Faith, Folklore, and Friends

We spent the weekend in Chattanooga, Tennessee, to attend a dance competition that our granddaughter's dance team was a part of.  Saturday's session ended about two in the afternoon.  It was great fun, but we had not eaten since early breakfast, so we were famished.  We went to Sticky Fingers for a late lunch/early dinner.  We had eaten at the Sticky Fingers in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, but this was our first time here. The staff at Sticky Fingers believe in their food, and  present you with a hand towel instead of a napkin.  Good thinking. They had some tasty tropical drinks, and a few muddy ones. We had fried dill pickles as an appetizer. Yummy.  The barbecue ribs were sticky and delicious.  I can't say they were the best I've ever had, because I have been exposed to Big Bob Gibson's and several other famous barbecue places.  I was a little disappointed in the baked beans.  They were very bland, but ...

One day several years ago, I had my head down in a basket of old books at Loaves and Fishes when I heard someone call my name.  It was my friend, Janet, there to look for books, too.  I met Janet when we both did the Alabama Master's Gardening Program in 1999. We visited for a while, and Janet told me about this wonderful book store she had found in Chattanooga named McKay Books.  I couldn't wait until the next time we would be in Chattanooga to check it out. If you read this blog regularly, you know that we love the Smoky Mountains and go there every time we can.  Now, we have to stop at McKay's when we go through Chattanooga; it is just part of the trip.  When we finish reading a book, unless it is a keeper, it goes into the "McKay's" bag and we take them to trade for other books. For some strange reason, it takes a little longer for me to look for books that it does for Hub.  Last time we were there, he went upstairs and shot these ...