Nashville. Light rain. Fourth of July.
We were just passing through on our way to Savannah. The prospect of seeing history made above our heads? That was not even on the agenda. Continue reading Full-Tilt Fireworks
Nashville. Light rain. Fourth of July.
We were just passing through on our way to Savannah. The prospect of seeing history made above our heads? That was not even on the agenda. Continue reading Full-Tilt Fireworks