3:24 PM |
As I was enjoying Jim's (we are now on a first name basis; maybe I'll be on his good side in the room reservation process) delicious herb biscuits, homemade marmalade, and cheese grits, I scanned the Chattanooga newspaper. These are two of the headlines:
Happening place, that Chattanooga is. This weekend is the Fog Festival. I know this because the liquor store is advertising three day Fog Festival special prices. So I asked my innkeeper what exactly is the Fog Festival. Apparently, there are very few things to do up here, especially in winter, so they make up stuff. Like next weekend's fifty things to not do. They make up a list of something you can do, then you can do it, or not.
Fog is "the mountain's" specialty. No one can tell me what the name of the mountain is. People call up and ask how the weather is on the mountain so they can decide whether or not to come here (or anyplace else on the other side of the mountain). Here are things you get during the Fog Festival:
Suspects Blame Each Other In Pastor's Shooting
Whooping Crane Killed In Alabama
Happening place, that Chattanooga is. This weekend is the Fog Festival. I know this because the liquor store is advertising three day Fog Festival special prices. So I asked my innkeeper what exactly is the Fog Festival. Apparently, there are very few things to do up here, especially in winter, so they make up stuff. Like next weekend's fifty things to not do. They make up a list of something you can do, then you can do it, or not.
Fog is "the mountain's" specialty. No one can tell me what the name of the mountain is. People call up and ask how the weather is on the mountain so they can decide whether or not to come here (or anyplace else on the other side of the mountain). Here are things you get during the Fog Festival:
- Free carnation from Patti's Patch
- Jim Oliver's Smoke House free fudge tastings
- Fog Lifter Latte
- Dutch Maid bakery tour (Dutch Maid is the oldest bakery in Tennessee)
- Throw a pot at Hallelujah pottery (I went by it today, it's in a log cabin)
- Cappuccino and Baklava at the deli
There was a lovely older couple at breakfast who are also runaways, but only for the weekend. She is a retired school librarian. So is my sister. I asked her isn't it the media center these days? Yes, she said, they were all called media specialists. Then the budget cuts came and media specialists were on the list. They became librarians again. Problem solved.
I asked Jim about recycling. He takes it over to Sewanee which isn't quite Kosher but no one cares. He leaves his wine bottles on the street but asks the garbage men not to take them. The glass blowers do, as do guys who make their own beer.
Monteagle is in three different counties, the richest one and the poorest one among them. They write the books on that side, Jim said, and they can't read the books on this side.
Monteagle is in three different counties, the richest one and the poorest one among them. They write the books on that side, Jim said, and they can't read the books on this side.
A girl was upstairs eating MacDonald's on the Chippendale furniture. I didn't see Inga today, so maybe this girl fills in. A huge sign sprouted in the front yard advertising Valentine's Dinner or a wine tasting or something. This is a pretty big B&B. Some women just checked in, one of them with that Louis Vuitton tote with the skinny handles that doesn't cost very much. I wonder if they are here for the Fog Festival.