Random memories of the honeymoon, in no order:
*Stopping at a tiny railroad town in southern Tennessee and going to a proper old soda fountain, where the waitress thought we were French because we said we lived in Paris
*The Grand Ole Opry on our last night in Nashville - sheer genius. Although I remember the adverts best
*The lush cottage in the
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Let me know if you need some dried grits mailed to you, okay? You make them the same as oatmeal, supereasy.
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