During Prohibition this general store is how the Daniel family made their living. It sits on the Lynchburg town square and is now mostly a souvenir shop. The distillers proudly proclaim that they only use each barrel once because by then the peak of it’s color and flavor attributes are used up. So there are a lot of barrels to pile up. Some of them are sold to a Canadian whisky maker that is not so finicky. A few are included in the shipment to people who buy a whole barrel’s worth of whisky. Others get turned into anything imaginable and sold. They appear as garbage cans, decorative walls, containers, etc. The one thing they don’t sell in the shop is whiskey, because–ironically–it’s a dry county.
The gothic Union Station is now a hotel, but was once a major train station.
The Cohen building is a meticulously restored historic building in Nashville, Tennessee. Today it is dwarfed by the adjacent buildings.
Yes, there is an actual Chattanooga Choo-choo. It sits outside a Holiday Inn off Market St. When we went (several years ago) there was a free electric shuttle that traveled down Market street from the Aquarium at one and to the Choo choo stop at the other.
Chattanooga has a beautiful downtown area.
Have you ever seen an idyllic, pristine setting, and thought, Under different circumstances this would be the perfect location for a horror film?
That was my feeling as I walked out of the woods and saw this solitary, white church and its graveyard on a hill in central nowhere (No offense, Tennessee.) Picture what this place would be like under a low, roiling, gray clouds. It’s spitting cold rain, the graveyard is leaf-strewn. From which grave will a clawing hand protrude? You don’t know. You don’t know.