The 101st Airborne Division is

Filed under:General — eric @ 11:35 am

The 101st Airborne Division is none other than the legendary Screaming Eagles. It’s their 55th annual reunion this week, and Clarksville is full up. The unit’s based in Ft. Campbell, Kentucky, which is located at the edge of town. From WWII to the present, they’ve seen some of the toughest fighting there is to see. It shows on the faces and in the voices of the people I’ve bumped into here.

I have a weakness. Well,

Filed under:General — eric @ 10:54 am

I have a weakness. Well, several, actually, but here I’m talking about one in particular. Don’t bother laughing. It won’t affect me. I’m not ashamed. I’m proud to admit that I have a weakness for White Castles. Call them what you will — Belly Bombers, Slyders, whatever — I call them mighty tasty. It’s been eleven years since I moved away from the White Castle territory, and in those eleven years I’ve eaten at White Castle maybe eleven times. Down south there’s a burger chain called Krystal that likes to pretend it’s White Castle (complete with long and glorious corporate history, tiny sandwiches, etc.), but it’s not. Not even close. Yeah — sometimes I’ll stop at the Krystal in Athens and do my best to pretend I’m at a White Castle, but that’s right hard to do. The nearest White Castle to Athens is Nashville. Sometimes I think a four hour drive might not be out of the question. They’re easy to find in the freezer at the grocery store, but that’s not the same, either. As it turns out, there’s one here in Clarksville, right down the block from my hotel. Dinner was at least as good as what I’d've found at the steakhouse across the street. Odds are high I’ll be back tonight. I’m not ashamed. A little engorged, yes, but not ashamed.

When times are hard, eat

Filed under:General — eric @ 2:15 am

When times are hard, eat at Hardees! Overheard during lunch today: “How ya doin?” “Hangin’ in there. That’s about all you can do these days…”

The wall clock in the

Filed under:General — eric @ 1:11 am

The wall clock in the room I’m in made an odd noise. Kind of a “Blrnt!” Then the minute hand started racing to keep up with the second hand. Round and around they went. The hour hand, being short and a little fat, couldn’t quite match the other two, but it tried its best. After a few minutes, the clock went “Blrnt!” again and the race was over. I don’t know who won, but it’s trying to convince me six hours have gone by.