The Trouble with Tennessee

Friday morning, when the bikers were packing up their tents and tuning up their bike, rattling old pickup trucks drove past our house very slowly, but there seemed to be a lot of traffic anyway, so I didn't pay much attention.

We had a sign down at the end of the driveway, handlettered saying "Pedal 4 Peace", with a peace sign and a arrow, and a couple of balloons.

Three -- count 'em, three -- men in pickup trucks drove up the driveway and asked where the yard sale was.

I told them there wasn't any yard sale, it was a peace rally.

Everyone of those three trucks had really good reverse gears!

I guess it's only the women in Tennessee who can read.