Poor wayfaring strangers…(not)

We’re just back from breakfast at the Bluegrass Grill on Main Street in Chattanooga. What a wonderful city! We arrived the night before last, met at the airport by Chris and Susie, and whisked off to our hotel.

ImageLast night we gave a reading at the University of Tennessee Chattanooga, the audience as warm and generous as one could wish for, and then had drinks afterward in yet another beautiful brick building. Later today there’s a reception for the Meacham Writers Workshop (we’ll each do a workshop on Saturday) at the home of Richard Jackson. We’ve seen the famous (or infamous) Bradford pear trees, so beautifully in bloom (but smelly), and we heard mockingbirds.

For the rest of the day, we’ll explore. It’s a city that strikes me as being built on a human scale. I walked around yesterday while John met with one of Chris’s classes and I saw the Tennessee River with its lattice of bridges. We’re going there shortly. In the meantime, this is one of the little things I noticed on yesterday’s walk.



~ by theresakishkan on March 21, 2013.

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