Hope everyone is having a wonderful Sunday.
A few more pics from Tomato Art Fest yesterday.
Yesterday I took our old friend Walter Burns over to Wayne’s Unisex Salon on Gallatin Road, for a haircut. He likes going there because the people are nice and Mike does great haircut. I like it because part of the year, they have fresh honey and it is impossible to predict who’s going to walk through the door next.
Walter’s been hounding me to take him for a haircut for a couple of weeks now. It is no surprise that he’s managed to charm a woman at Fifty Forward into something of a courtship. He’d die if he knew I told it but the two of them hold hands on the bus every morning. They talk all day and play bingo together on Thursdays. They sing church hymns and God Bless America around a piano. I told him I was going to write about it because people need to know there’s hope.
He said: “Hope for what? Improved personal hygiene?”
Well yeah, that too.
Between the bank and the home improvement store.
In 2005, Christine Kreyling wrote a piece in the Nashville Scene about Evergreen, a historic Nashville property built around 1790, at the corner of Gallatin Rd. and Briley Parkway. It was bulldozed by developer Robert N. Moore after 5pm on the same day he applied for the permit to tear it down. Despite an affidavit to the contrary, Mr. Moore claimed he didn’t know there was a stop work order on the property. To be clear, in the story the words: “willful ignorance” and “bureaucratic malfeasance” are used in the same sentence.
The point of bringing it up now eight years later, is based on a portion of the story whereupon Mr. Moore escapes legal responsibility after cutting a deal with the city. Ms. Kreyling wrote:
"Metro is now negotiating an agreement with White (Mr. Moore’s attorney) that would absolve Moore of legal liability for the violation. What Metro gets in exchange is $3,000 to cover the cost of three days of archaeological investigation of the site. The agreement also requires Moore to preserve two log outbuildings that escaped the carnage, and to use some of the ancient timbers of the main house as an historical marker.”
It is not clear if this became the (official) agreement but one thing is undeniable. What’s left of this sad piece of Nashville history is today imprisoned behind a chain link fence, wedged between a Home Depot, and a Region’s bank. For those who see it regularly, the irony is nauseating. An indirect followup to Ms. Kreyling’s story by Stephen George, may provide some insight as to why the property is all but buried. An internet search however, yielded no explanation for why Nashville continues to tolerate such things.
Birdcloud: Party Randy aka Rad things that go on in the church parking lot across the street..
Lime tree with so many blooms I get drunk on it every morning. (Taken with Instagram)
Shelby Park, this morning. #eastnashville #nashville #nature #morning (Taken with instagram)
East End UMC #eastnashville #nashville #Church #Architecture (Taken with instagram)