It holds a special place in my heart because my dad used to take my brother and me to University of Tennessee football games every year up until the sixth grade when we moved to Alabama. I fondly cherish those memories.
My dad never took me to Ciderville Music, so I absolutely had to stop there.
It's where I found the most amazing portrait bust of Johnny Cash ever drawn.
Absolutely had to stop at Yee-Haw Industries, too. . .
I miss Tennessee, but remembered very quickly part of the reason why I left. . . like 90 degree weather in about 100% humidity.
Ah, the allure of the South. . .