We drove down to Nashville to spend the weekend with Lydia's family.
There was a pack of wild turkeys pecking around outside the house. When the dog scared them they all flew away. I don't think that I realized a turkey could fly.
Something tells me you can probably buy an assault rifle on a Sunday in Tennessee...
Whelp there ain't nothin' like a little downtown Nashville honky tonkin'.
Zoe learned how to line dance.
No matter how far we stray we always seem to end up back at Robert's Western World. It's always crowded but we managed to weasel some really good seats up front.
This guy was so serious that when he walked in the band played him his own dancing music which went on and on. Word on the street is he used to be one of the dancers at the Grand Ole Opry.
Once we had thoroughly honkied our tonks we headed home.