Mrs Doclee and I finally rolled back into town to finish our whirlwind adventure across the Ozarks. We ended up in Nashville somehow and were fortunate enough to be admitted into the hallowed Charlie Daniels shrine of awesomeness where we beheld an amazing plethora of his personal collection of junk. Also his belt buckle. Broadway in Music City is a lot like Sunset in LA, except for the lack of stars in the sidewalk and the apparent shortage of dentists.
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