It wasn’t as big a disppointment as South of the Border or Ron Jon’s Surfshop, other kings of southern roadside advertising, but it wasn’t a ten either. All in all its part of Southern Fried Culture and I’m glad I went.
While sipping coffee on the deck of the Hunter Museum in Chattanooga with a view of the Tennessee River a sudden feeling of déjà vu overcame me.
Once on I-75 and a little more comfortable with my sudden change of plans heading towards Chattanooga, Tennessee instead of Asheville, North Carolina, I settled into the joyous mindlessness of long distance driving.
I initially booked an economy car from Dollar-rent-a-car for my adventure through the Southeast. The culture is interesting but you definitely need a car to see it all. I got a car because I wanted to see three cities in two days and the train wasn’t going to cut it. I also wanted the peace of mind you can find from driving on open roads.
Years ago, as a foreign student in a strange land, I quickly learned that my simple interactions with French people and Europeans in general were significant for many reasons. From the moment I set foot on European soil I became a US Ambassador not officially and for the government but unofficially for the people.
Monthly Archives: May 2006