Good to be back home. It was a long drive but worth it to get away from the snow and catch some rays. Some interesting happenings in Cocke County, Tennessee. I will neither confirm nor deny whether I procured some Tennessee moonshine. I learned a bit of history about the county, none of which made any sense, and my daughter saw a real hooker, but insisted it couldn't be because she was old and ugly - we didn't get into the details (and since when does she know what a hooker is anyway?).
Cocke County is a "dry" county, and yet it isn't. For starters, Walmart can't sell beer, but there is a little "convenient store" in front of it that sells beer? There are liquor stores in Cocke County? There are. All of these questions started when my stepfather, Bill, and I sat down for a drink at the Tin Can Saloon.
Ahhhh, the Tin Can Saloon... It was about 10pm and I was tired and only had two glasses of wine, hours ago, so I wasn't "myself". As we drove up to the end of a dirt road, I was impressed with their location - at least the "feds" can't get your license plate number as they drive by. Big parking lot. Large, cabin-like building. Bill opened the door to the saloon and I stepped in - immediately I took a deep breath and said "aaawwwww". It was a nostalgic "aaaawwwww". Maybe some reserve that for a cute puppy or baby, but it reminded me of my "childhood". The smell of stale cigarettes and beer. I didn't realize how much I missed that smell. It was a large, open bar room, with two pool tables - both were occupied. We sat at the bar and Angel, the owner, asked me what I would like. Bill had already warned me that he thought they only sell beer. I told her I was looking for something "not beer". She suggested a Smirnoff Ice, grape, and I accepted. I felt like Radar O'Reilly (from M*A*S*H*) drinking Grape Nehi in Korea. I had two. I don't think I've ever been in a bar that only served beer. But, Bill reminded me that Cocke County is a "dry" county and it all made sense (no, it didn't). I smoked four cigarettes. Why is it that you're a "chain smoker" if you smoke four cigarettes in an hour, but someone who smokes a cigar for a half hour isn't? Bill smoked two pipes and I kept up, that's all.
High Peaks Pammie