Ann Smith's Florist and Casket Shop.
Flowers in one window. Big shiny casket in the other window.
The epitome of one-stop shopping.
Located next door to a liquor store which I suppose is handy if you're having an old-fashioned Irish wake.
We thought about taking a picture but the guys refused to turn around and go back. They just didn't understand the blog-worthiness of such a find.
I swiped a pic of Little Jimmy Dickens from my friend Amber.
There's Lil' Dick in all his glory.
We also saw a REAL, LIVE CELEBRITY...
That's right, folks. The Naked Cowboy!
(I can't wait to see what kind of creepy Google hits I get for that one.)
Who knew?!
Imagine my surprise when I was describing this guy to my friend at work and she said, " Oh, you mean the Naked Cowboy." She said it real casual, like it's every day we talk about guys in their undies strumming a guitar while strutting down the street. It seems she ran into the Naked Cowboy while in NYC once upon a time. Apparently he's a regular in Times Square.
Huh.
Alrighty then, that's enough about Nashville.
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4 comments:
Yeah, I knew I've seen the Naked Cowboy somewhere else. Wow, he gets around!
You saw the Naked Cowboy in Nashville???!!!?
I need to head over there.
There are some crazy people in this world, aren't there? I guess that is what makes life interesting.
OK, now - I could have done without seeing a picture of this "naked cowboy" in his whity tidies and boots. Ugh...
Wonder how many times he's been arrested for sporting "jr." around the way he does.
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