I mentioned in another thread how I dislike Tennessee. My family wants me to move there and I told them not for all the money in the world. Don't get me wrong - it's a BEAUTIFUL state. The scenery is breathtaking, but I can't live on scenery alone.
Get this - I did get to meet not one, but two real live rednecks!!
Just think, if I had met 30 more, that would have been a whole set of teeth!

And do you know how hard it is to find a Catholic church in Tennessee? OMG! My mom and my aunt tried to convince me to go to some Holy Roller church with them and I politely declined. I told them I'd drive into town and find a Catholic church. THAT was adventure in itself.
I saw a PO parked on the side of the road looking bored as could be, so I thought who better to ask to point me in the direction of where I could find the church.
I pull up and ask where I could find a Catholic church anywhere in the area. He had a hard time understanding me so I spoke slower (a Jersey accent is NOT that hard to understand). I was waiting to hear "Over yonder" or "there's one right down the road" (which usually means 50 miles down the road). He really was very nice and very helpful. He pointed me in the direction of the nearest city, but I never did make it to church because the tranny died in my rental car, and I had to wait almost four hours for the rental company to bring me out another one.
Any experiences that any of you would like to share? I'm dying to hear...

Get this - I did get to meet not one, but two real live rednecks!!



And do you know how hard it is to find a Catholic church in Tennessee? OMG! My mom and my aunt tried to convince me to go to some Holy Roller church with them and I politely declined. I told them I'd drive into town and find a Catholic church. THAT was adventure in itself.
I saw a PO parked on the side of the road looking bored as could be, so I thought who better to ask to point me in the direction of where I could find the church.
I pull up and ask where I could find a Catholic church anywhere in the area. He had a hard time understanding me so I spoke slower (a Jersey accent is NOT that hard to understand). I was waiting to hear "Over yonder" or "there's one right down the road" (which usually means 50 miles down the road). He really was very nice and very helpful. He pointed me in the direction of the nearest city, but I never did make it to church because the tranny died in my rental car, and I had to wait almost four hours for the rental company to bring me out another one.

Any experiences that any of you would like to share? I'm dying to hear...
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