I crossed the border into Tennessee a month ago, called a man I met that morning with a truck, deflated the World and went back to Louisville.
My son was moving to his first apartment with a friend. He wanted me to help him move. The first box he took in had his first stuffed bear that was giving to him at the hospital where his was born. I'm not the best of parents but helping him get out on his own was a day I was glad to be include in.
Now he's past the first paycheck hick-up and is confident about being able to get to and from his place to work.
It's time for us to get back to Tennessee.
I hear there are dragons in Nashville...