I’ll have to wait until I get home. They don’t like us playing videos.
Speaking of Dolly Parton, do not, I repeat, NOT!, even think about going to Gatlinburg, TN on Labor Day weekend. To get there you have to drive through Pigeon Forge and past Dollyword. Doesn’t sound so bad does it?
At other times you’d be right, but not that weekend. It’s “Hell’s Angels Weekend at Dollywood.”
Another point should be made about Pigeon Forge is that it’s dry as in no adult beverages (I only pass through that city). That reminds me of a story.
My wife and I on a trip up to Gatlinburg (not on HAWEAD see above). Mrs. Slim likes rustic stuff (well...she is married to me) and that makes her a sucker for the arts community near Gatlinburg. One day she and I are checking out the place, and we found a bar and had lunch there. Afterward, I stayed at the bar while she went off to spend money. I’m looking around and notice a big empty space. I ask the bartender, “I’m surprised that you don’t have a pool table in here.”
“We did,” said the bartender, “but the City Council made us remove it.”
“Why? Gambling?” I said.
“No,” the bartender said, “they were afraid there might be violence and the sticks used as weapons.”
I glance to my left at the dart board. “Right,” I think to myself. “Those darts never could be used as weapons.”