A Prophet and a Genie
“And I’ll call down thunder and speak the same And my word fills the sky with flameAnd might and glory gonna be my nameAnd men gonna light my way.” Words by John Perry Barlow; music by...
Sometimes a Drum Circle Isn’t Just a Drum Circle
As I ate dinner at Trios and watched the people passing by on a steamy Friday night, I noticed a couple carrying a drum. Then another couple walked past with a didgeridoo. Then I saw more with...
One More Cup of Coffee Before I Go (to the city below)
Evenings downtown have been downright pleasant lately if you’ve gotten out a little earlier to appreciate what heat and humidity really feel like. By around 7:00 a light breeze glides between the buildings, which also offer shade...
It Always Rises, but Will There Still be a Sundown in the City?
As I walked toward Market Square tonight, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this is probably the last Sundown in the City – at least in its current form. I’ll be honest: that makes me sad....
Where There are Dishwashers, Civilization Can’t be Far Behind
Boxes of Dishwashers on the Sidewalk in Front of the Daylight Building One of the obsessions with residents in the city is with what is happening at various spots along our daily treks. I’ll write about a...
Saturday Morning Biscuit Bust
The morning of the first International Biscuit Festival finally arrived. I didn’t have advanced tickets for the premium event (a sit-down biscuit bonanza) and I arrived around 10:20 for the main event, only to find that...
First Friday – Early June in the City
Downtown Knoxville celebrates the first Friday of each month by having stores extend their hours. Music pops up in the usual places such as outside on Market Square and inside bars and restaurants, and in more...
The Sun is Setting in the Western Sky (Sundown in the City: The Controversy)
So far I’ve used this space to talk about interesting people and happenings downtown. That’s the main purpose of my blog. Of course, downtown isn’t without its various controversies, and while I’m generally happy to report...
Here We Go ‘Round the . . . It Ain’t "Blackberry Bush"
A final word for the night: Mulberry. Mr. Young said the only place he has to park at his house is under a Mulberry Tree. I thought they only came in bushes and I had no...
Best Laid Plans and Blackberries
Today I planned to write the follow-up to my Sundown in the City post, but I ran into a Mr. Sydney Young on the sidewalk. I’m going to have to stop walking to my car without...