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Bit of a wordy blog today - we stopped a bit late today, and I can't be bothered to download, resize and upload any photos. So, deal with it. You've been showered in pixellated goodies anyway. I'll try and get some up tomorrow.

Anyways, with that aside, it's been a very long day. Last night, as I mentioned previously, we stayed at Nashville. This morning, after breakfast for me (and a hubcap sized waffle for the old man), we moseyed on down to Nashville central to check out the scene. While at a distance it resembled a modern city, with high rise buildings, banks and courthouses, once we worked our way down to the street known as Broadway, we started to see some good old fashioned shit kicking country music. There's numerous street cafes, bars and clothing outlets all dedicated to country and western. We went to Roy Aycuff's Records, which was full of records, clothing, CD's and even the old stage that the musicians used to perform on back in the 1960's.

I should add, this part of the trip was for my Dad what Gettysburg will be to me. Orgasmic.

Anyways, after this sideshow, were headed on down to the Grand Old Opry House (yes, that it's real name) , a famous Country and Western performance venue, where a great many "musos" have performed since the 1920's. I gave the place a quick browse - the old man went over it with a fine toothed guitar pick.

After we left the Opry House, we headed to Stones River battlefield, and had a browse round there. It's been subjected far more to industrial development than both Vicksburg and Shiloh, and as a result the original field has been by and large engulfed by factories and petrol stations. However, the scene of the hardest fighting still remains intact, and it's easy to see the carnage that must have enfolded. Stones River was one of the bloodiest battles of the war and it shows - one only needs to look at the size of the cemetery.

Well, after that we drove through gloomy, rain filled skies and made it to Lynchburg, where I now sit, bludging off some poor sod's wireless internet connection as I type this up. Also, Lynchburg is the home of a certain whisky distillery, belonging to a company called Jack Daniels. We're heading there tomorrow, and from there, onto Chattanooga. Should be good.

Did you like that - I managed to drag out the link to the title until the penultimate paragraph. A masterpiece of suspense and tension. Pure brilliance. I'm sure if I hadn't sampled so much bourbon tonight I could have dragged it out further.

Finally, just for fun - a bona fide redneck joke.

You might be a redneck if....you think fast food is hitting a deer at 65 mph.

Y'all come back now y'here?