Rippavilla has been a center of insanity for the past few days. The cause of this insanity is The Swanky-plank Vintage Market. It is our big fund raiser. It starts tomorrow. I like this type of insanity. We have a great director, great staff and some very hard working board members. I look forward to the big event every July. The picker comes out in me and i scour the show looking for treasures i can take home and horde away with my other treasures. The thrill of the hunt gets me every time and with sarge looking around on her own, i can guarantee i will find some cool things. There will be great carnival food. The best burgers and fish sandwiches ever, and there will be live music. I am not a huge fan of the live music having grown up in Nashville were even a local pizza joint can be a live music venue.
The old mansion will be up to speed, after all vintage market is for her. Like and old battle ship she needs lots of powder and paint. Our tours are half price starting at four on Thursday, we will have docents in every room in costume, another reason i like working during this event. anyone taking a house tour will more than get their money's worth. more detail per room. i always take the dining room where the generals had breakfast on the morning of November 30, 1864. Nobody will have to attack Franklin after the tour! Our shop has loaded up on items and i just got in a new shipment of books this past week.
If you are a John Prine fan, might ought to make sure you have a copy of Paradise, my favorite Prine song. Peabody Coal Company wants to take it away. Seems Mr. Peabody's legal beagles want the lyrics describing how Mr. Peabody's Coal company done carried it all away is offensive to the corporate politically correct. they think it makes them look bad. go figure. i may have to hid my John Prince CD alongside my Stanley Horn books and my Confederate flags until some level of sanity returns to our nation. Shalom ya'll. Hopefully no one was offended.
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