I guess Nashville is trying to capitalize on America’s fascination with Vegas but this term is everywhere in town. It’s in brochures, on billboards, tourist magazines…even the bellhops and locals are starting to use it.
I don’t really get it on one hand. There’s no audacious hotels, over the top shows, or legalized prostitution. Nashville actually has grass and parks and you don’t feel dirty walking down the street. Plus the food here is better.
Here’s the crew I’m here with. Ken (black guy in foreground) is from Boston, MA. He actually knows the pastor of the church where Kim and Greg go.

This is the deli that the Plunkett’s took me. New York style, meat hanging from the ceiling and a great Monte Cristo sandwich. Micah was quite the flirt. Great kid, lots of laughs.



Lunch yesterday we walked down to this sport’s grill in downtown. This sandwich was on the menu - The Melvin. It is 1/2 pound burger with pulled pork BBQ, covered with cheddar and blue cheese sprinkles, topped with onion rings. There are no words to describe the awesomeness of this sandwich.

Cool old Customs House in downtown Nashville. Huge building that would be awesome for churches or other non-profit entities.

Home of the Titans. There were no VY sightings this week.

I’ll actually blog about my conference later.
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6 responses so far ↓
1 wayne // Aug 13, 2008 at 5:04 pm
Did you ride in the metro-sexual Yaris? I’m sure you felt right at home
2 wayne // Aug 13, 2008 at 5:07 pm
hmm, you are now moderating posts???
3 gene // Aug 14, 2008 at 5:22 am
I remember those days. Great friends and meaningful work, and a great town to meet and eat. That’s for reminding me of it all. The fun is now. The work is when you get home
4 Grant // Aug 14, 2008 at 9:55 am
Wayne - my filter found the “S” word in your comments and slammed it as spam.
Hope that’s not a commentary on the rest of your life.
But yes - we cruised NashVegas in the metro-Yaris. It was a weird ride. The speedometer and sits in the middle of the dash. There is nothing in front of the driver on the dash, just …well… a dash. It’s bizarre. Everything sits in the middle.
No, I didn’t feel at home as my yellow nissan xterra is extremely manly.
Of course, Heath was able to ride up to Nashville and back home to Alabama under a half tank of gas. So he’s laughing at us all.
Gene - good time, good folks. I’m writing up my random thoughts now.
5 Heath // Aug 14, 2008 at 9:28 pm
That’s half of a 13 gallon tank. Cost me about $22 to drive back and forth to Nashville
Manly or not… it’s cheap to drive!
6 wayne // Aug 15, 2008 at 6:56 pm
Grant, keep holding on to the delusions that the xterra is manly…just continues to confirm your metro-nish.
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