Game Day.

You know, it's hard to describe the town in which we live. With all the negative stereotypes of the region, which people like Matt apparently continue to believe, I have yet to confirm or experience them. The only two questionable experiences that I've witnessed was:

(1) Our claw-foot-tub-refinisher had a (subtle) picture of Nathan Bedford Forrest in his office, and (2) There's a restaurant in town that was established in the mid 19th century; it has a plaque referring to it as one of the first "white" establishments in the area. (The "whiteness" was to delineate it from the native savages that lived in the area before the "white" man.)

And it very well could be that the town in which we live is an isolated pocket of "progression"; as many a person has essentially described it as the "jewel" of the state. The culture here is best described as old south, which is clearly different from southern. There is still quite a bit of pride in the warmth of people, elegance, nobility, traditional, and overall distinguished environment... that's the best way that I can describe it. The posted pic is a snapshot of The Grove (during the 3rd quarter), which is a 12-acre lawn/wooded area in the center of campus. On game days, it becomes a veritable sea of tents--many equipped with satellites, TV's, music, elaborate food spreads, and even chandeliers. You really can't come to such an event over-dressed; it is simply the social event of the weekend. The grove, without question, supersedes the sporting event itself. I wish I could share it with you guys...