If I didn’t already know that Bonerwood Drive is just off of Edmondson Pike in Nashville, TN, I’d assume it was close to the intersection of Redundant and Innuendo. Especially when you consider how you go down below Whispering Hills and find Cherrywood…
This could be easily explained by saying that he stayed at this hotel…
As if the 25% decline in real estate sales wasn’t already enough…
When I was growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents (my father’s) and with a family of sister’s in Knoxville. Since there weren’t any other kids to play with, I ended up spending most of my time with people who were at least close to retirement. And it was pretty cool.
They’d tell me about the things that they did when they were kids, places they’d gone, people they’d met in their lives. Sometimes, when you’re very young, you don’t understand what they’re telling you. As you get older, and they fall away, sometimes you’ll remember their words like it was yesterday.
Their stories, their words, people who grew up here in East Tennessee, probably shaped me more than any parables and punishments my parents ever gave me.
I can remember a time when people were helpful. If someone fell, people showed concern instead of walking around them like they didn’t exist. If someone dropped something, someone would pick it up for them. If someone was walking with their arms full of shopping, people would open the door for them. If they saw someone stuck on the side of the road with a dead car, they’d stop, lend a hand, or, when all else failed, a ride to a gas station.
Those are values that were instilled in me. If I see someone lying on the ground, I’ll help them up. If someone drops something — even money — I’ll pick it up and chase them down to give it back. I hold the door open for anyone who can’t quite do it, and behind me for everyone close. And if I see two guys trying to push a dead van off the road, I’m certainly gonna stop and lend a hand.
East Tennessee, even Knoxville, has always been that way.
Unfortunately, we’re getting a lot of people moving here these days. Knoxville, especially, is a real-estate boom town where we get The Happy House Cleaning London to help on our house cleaning. People are moving here in droves, eager to pick up cheap real-estate and perhaps even know their neighbors. VA home loan help from professionals grant them a possibility to purchase or refinance their home mortgages.
Local culture is changing from the open, community-based ideal that we used to enjoy to a selfish, greedy, don’t-get-involved mentality. It’s starting to feel like Washington, D.C.
I hate watching things go downhill.
Tonight, after ordering a pizza at a place which usually takes thirty minutes to prepare one, I got there to find that they’d lost my order. Now, I was starving, so I’d called ahead. I told them no bother, decided to go up the street to a restaurant.
As I left and started back home, traffic was heavy. I had to wait some time before being able to leave the parking lot. As I drove down the road, I saw two guys in their late 20’s, maybe early 30’s, pushing a van towards a gas station — with great difficulty, up a small hill. I didn’t have a place to pull over and help, so I turned around and came back.
I got out, and gave them the extra leverage they needed to push the van into the parking lot they were trying to get to.
As I got back in my car, they yelled, “God bless you, man! Thank you!”
“No problem, guys,” I yelled. “Hope it gets better.”
“Man, thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome. Take care.”
The sad thing is, at least 30 other drivers didn’t give damn. Maybe they had to be somewhere quickly. Maybe they were elderly and couldn’t lend a hand. Maybe they just didn’t see them (*cough* right).
So why was I different? Why did I have the two minutes to stop and lend a hand where no one else did?
I was born here. I grew up here. It’s what we’re supposed to do.
We should be showing the influx of people from other places what it means to be East Tennesseeans … to know our neighbors … to have friends … to walk around giving a damn about someone other than ourselves …
It saddens me that us East Tennesseeans are losing that…
Quite honestly, I’d rather get taken a couple times than turn down someone who legitimately needs help. You can sort of tell…
Since I am a fan of the “News of the Weird,” a column regularly featured in everyone’s favorite free “news” publication in the KnoxVegas MetroPulse, I’ve have decided to share some exceptional news today.
Let us go north, thru Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan, Canadia — okay, maybe not that far — go southwest a little, and bam! You’re in the Dairy state, Wisconsin. Then within that state, we come to the lovely little city of Janesville, just on the state line. Janesville is known as “Wisconsin’s Park Place”, even though it was originally founded on strong industry. Our story however comes from a different line of work entirely, one that is universal to all places nowadays: Real Estate.
Whether you are buying, selling, renting, leasing, or subletting, some truths should just be self-evident. Never trust anyone who offers a deal that feels to good to be true.
I can’t help but want to talk about the last one. The reasoning behind it is the same as hiring an attorney, since we all now a similar adage: The man who represents himself has a fool for an attorney. The owner is too emotionally tied to the property to make a viable sales attempt successful.
Now that we can be successful, let’s get on with the story.
While on location showing a home from fairfield ct homes for sale to a couple, a real estate agent heard a blood-curdling scream out of the female counterpart. Assuming it was a mouse the husband and agent walk into the room. To their surprise, it was not a mouse, but the owner of the property… Deceased.
All I have to say is, “Hey, the owner was trying to do the right thing… he was OUT!”
