June 30, 2018, Crossville-
I relaxed last night away, binge watching some True Crime series with my host, Chuck. Being of a similar age and temperament, we get along very well. His wife, Laureen, who invited me in the first place, was not far away, but was busy with some prep for today’s pool party and barbecue.
As it happened, the event was attended by two of L’s siblings, her sister’s cute friend and the friend’s elderly father. We splashed around, ate our fill of Chuck’s grilled treats, and various salads and casseroles served up by the ladies. It was low key, but just the sort of thing that my peripatetic soul needed, after resuming a headlong itinerary, between Spring Hill and here.
The setting was divine. The ladies, including the comely friend, preferred to either not be photographed or that the photos remain off social media. As always, I comply with this request. The property, though, is salubrious, and I am grateful to Laureen and Chuck for greeting me so warmly. Crossville thus becomes yet another link in my cross-country chain of homes.
Here are some views of the Tennessee Nirvana (my term).
A party does not have to be huge, to be joyful or memorable.
NEXT UP: Memphis, for Lovers and Fighters