Inside this magical Cathedral of Travel I felt as if a force of nature flicked a switch and illuminated me.
So I sauntered the night snapping pics that to me reflected the crossroads, Chattanooga, and interconnectivity in general.
Eventually I got lost and happened upon a cluster of statues by an artist who called his creation “A Future and a hope.”
And around the next corner my overnight dwelling manifested itself…
Inside the bar I rejoined my fellow road-warrior Howard, who had just met his future wife. (The only glitch being she is currently married.)
This belle taught us how to cuss southern style:
Shit-fire!
And, she added: "Make it sound pretty."
