Secret City of Bombs and Mud

I moved to Oak Ridge, Tennessee when I was 19. It was an unfortunate time because the industrial plants and historical sites were not yet open to the public for touring. The mall was wheezing its last breath, the used books/music store was going under, and hardly any of the places you can find entertainment…

I Found a Sylva Lining

The tiny town of Sylva, North Carolina has been growing. With scarcely over 2,500 people in a 3-ish square mile radius, there is a surprising amount of diversity and culture.  Sure, it has the usual cluster of cafes-shops-and-restaurants, but it gets better. Feel like checking out a Drag show and dancing the night away to…

Hot Chicken and Sound Suits

West Nashville is a different side of Nashville than I’m used to, not the gritty East Nashville with dimly lit dives, rock venues, and grub pub types places; certainly not the honky tonks and goth/industrial clubs and late night jukebox bars my friends and I have haunted over the years. My sestra and her hubs…

It’s All Greek to Me

Something about the Greek Islands has always called to me. Greece is so different from any other country in the Balkan region and holds an air of mystery. My song pick for this entry is “Greek Song” by Rufus Wainwright. Oddly it’s the song I get stuck in my head and have to sing loudly…

While On the Road in Ireland

There are always aspects of each trip that do not fit in with other blog entries or lack the substance to fill out an entry of their own. A lot of them are goofy and have nothing to do with the trip or the country I am in, just kind of a universally comical experience. Some…

Clinch River, Coal Creek, and Chow Chow

Norris is a small East Tennessee town known for its lake, marinas, state park, museums, and giant Tennessee Valley Authority dam. Like most small towns surrounding Knoxville, new businesses are springing up and outdoor areas are being developed for tourism, drawing day-trip lovers like me to explore. Sweet Cafe Not too often am I surprised…

Onward Clarevoyage, to the Burren!

  Ireland’s west coast forms a crescent shaped bay around the Aran Islands, and this was our route from Letterfrack through Galway, and down to Bell Harbour / Bealaclugga, right to the heart of the Burren. What Irish radio lacks, we made up for by singing our favourite songs at the top of our lungs.…