a local mystery
A thought just occurred to me; in the town I sort of call home there is a place where all of the college students convene for nights of heavy drinking, random and horribly frequent fights, and attempts to sleep with whoever seems drunk enough to take home. This place is called the Fort. Everyone knows where and what the Fort is. One of the first things you learn as a freshman at the University of Tennessee is that if you aren't too busy sitting in your dorm ruining your nasal passages with coke or filling your lungs with resin (or studying, I suppose, if that's your game) is that you walk across the street to the Fort, since there's almost always some way to entertain yourself there. However, I have no idea why this place is called the Fort; it's nothing more than about an eight square block area overrun with youths, small-time criminals, and overzealous police officers. I'm fairly certain nobody really knows where the name comes from; it's just as much a part of Knoxville life as wearing bright orange without looking silly. So, as I wander the Fort in the near future; that is, if I can keep my head straight enough to remember; I'll ask the locals and see if any of them know the origins of this strange name. Maybe something interesting will come up, or maybe I'll quickly lose interest and you'll never hear of this again.
Either way, I'm sure you won't care.
Either way, I'm sure you won't care.