The owner of Chukkar Farm introduces James Casto, Pat Terry, Bethany Dick and Sonny Lallerstedt with a song.
James Casto, Pat Terry, Bethany Dick and Sonny Lallerstedt in concert at Chukkar Farm. The polo field is behind and below them. The moon came up later, also behind them. When James puts on a show, everybody wants to get in the act!
Apparently someone has said something amusing. It happens now & then among musicians.
Country elegance; note the outdoor chandeliers, and fans to confuse the mosquitos.
Pat Terry renders something brilliant; you know, his usual thing.
James & Karen Casto model a couple of prototypes of their new security invention. It combines the comforting presence of a pet with the deadly accuracy of the laser beam. Man's best friend...but an intruder's worst enemy. AND it dices and slices those fruits and vegetables like nobody's business...then takes care of the leftovers! (Soon available in select coastal markets: laser-equipped sharks).
That beautiful red "V" stands for the Varsity, which not only serves hot dogs and burgers with style, it offers the best fried apple pie this side of the Pearly Gates. I'll need to include a stop here next trip.
A remarkable blend of form & function with a touch of classic antebellum style (and a little bit of genteel Southern humor, presumably intentional). Mint julep, anyone?
The parlor at Banning Mills, once a place of hard work for my grandmother and her family at the turn of the 20th century, now a place to relax and recreate. A portrait of her family, the Argo's, c. 1914, will be hanging on the wall along with the other historic photos soon (they were renovating at the time).
Let's rock!
Georgia roads put the "straight" in "straight and narrow." (OK, the turn lane puts a kink in the concept...so how does THAT affect the theological metaphor? Discuss).
On the edge of Chattanooga, former home of Chief John Ross, who reluctantly helped lead his Cherokee nation on the Trail of Tears to their new "home" out west, where everything was definitely not "OK."
On Missionary Ridge in Chattanooga, a monument to those in the Union army who hailed from Ohio, including my great-great-grandfather Josephus (Joe) G. Lankester, 1st Ohio Light Artillery, Battery B. As the story goes, he came south with the Army of the Cumberland, fell in love with a woman and Tennessee, and stayed. Clearly a man of wisdom and discernment.
It wasn't great-great-Grandaddy's fault that Sherman had bad maps and charged a hill instead of (as he supposed) the north end of the ridge. Didn't seem to hinder the career of either, in the long run. Take a lesson.
A cemetery near Kelly's Ferry in Marion Co. just west of Chattanooga. The ferry was operated by John Kelly (1779-1845), a multiple-great uncle of mine. His grave is marked by the monolithic stone being slowly tipped by tree roots. The ferry location was somewhere down the hill from here, though I have yet to see it personally. It's mentioned as a crucial point in Gen. U.S. Grant's plan to open the "Cracker Line" to end the siege of Chattanooga.
Another spooky graveyard shot. Nice place to make a music video...or dump a body. Or commit other various heinous acts. Come to think of it, why was I there so long by myself? Sheeesh!
