Sometimes the way a story is discovered astonishes just as much as the tale itself. There’s a good one going around in downtown Nashville, which isn’t as common as it sounds.
Downtown Nashville is all Broadway and its hangers-on, avenues one through 16. Crowds go for shops selling cowboy boots, or bars where the guitars don’t cool and the red jewel lights on Fender amps never dim. Rooftops are full to spilling with frozen margaritas and bachelorettes. It is neon, it is unreal, it is Disneyland in denim cut-offs. There is something to be said for that. But it is not always somewhere for stories that astonish.
