Highway 127 North of Jamestown Tennessee. Where my Mom, Dad, and Mother In Law were from.
Stopped in Forbus at the little store there to get some fudge and a bologna sandwich.
Came back out on the porch to find my two young grandsons scared to death of something, asked them what was the matter, they just pointed at a man sitting in a rocker on the porch. He was scary looking, old, and had lost an eye to blindness, it was all gray and scarred up.
I told them he didn't look to scary to me lets go sit and eat by him. Went and asked him if the seats were taken, he almost begged us to sit down.
Turns out he bought the land my dad sold years before, the land had a cave on it and he told us to stop by any time and go caving.
As we were leaving the Grandkids were bragging about how cool that strange man was.
Things like that are the reason we travel the back roads, you never know what you might learn or be able to teach, just by taking your time.
