Preparing to leave Nashville, where we saw the Tim McGraw-Faith Hill extravaganza at Bridgestone Arena.
An entertaining show, although part of me wanted to catch John Kay and Steppenwolf at the nearby Ryman, which has moved far beyond its Grand Ole Opry origins.
Now bachelorette parties plague downtown Nashville and the Broadway strip is mobbed with honky tonk cowboys and angels. Ragged homeless men hover in corners.
The construction crews stay busy and the construction cacophony mixes with drum and guitar.
Ready to head home over the Monteagle mountain, "Live Like You Were Dying" echoing in my mind.