Rode out to Hohenwald, TN this morning with Daniel in his service truck, to work on an ice house. Saw some new country and a new town.

There was a little joint next to us called The Store, so I went over and checked it out while Daniel did his thing. When I walked in, I was met by friendly women and the overwhelming smell of barbecue. They explained to me that the pork meat is cooked on Sunday, simmers overnight, and served on Monday.

We were going to eat at Junkyard Dog, a very popular local joint, but they were closed. So I ordered up a couple of pulled pork sandwiches with all the trimmings. While I was waiting, the lady kept getting phone calls saying "barbecue?" and then she laughed and said the entire sheriff's department would be here shortly for lunch.

Needless to say, it was great. Daniel had some issues with the house, and after a while he had to bail and drive to an electrical supply store in Columbia. Along the way, he pointed out big homes with horses and barns that he worked on as a kid.

Leaving Columbia and heading home, he showed me sprawling southern plantations with rock walls built by slaves. He pointed out a tunnel where the South hid their slaves as the North approached. Battles were fought here, and the place just emanates history.