Over the weekend, my folks and I took K and J on a quick tour of Bristol — my hometown. As Steve Earle sing’s, “Ain’t nothin’ brings ya down like your hometown.” Talk about making someone feel old. The realization that what happened at that street corner or in that church building was not merely a couple of years ago but more like fifteen or twenty plants my feet solidly in my mid-thirties.

We began the weekend with a trip to Natural Tunnel.

Then it was off to Bristol, stopping at South Holston Dam first:

By the time we got to Bristol, we simply decided to stay in the car and show J downtown (such as it is — though much more lively than when I lived there) and the old house.

Pictures at Flickr.