No, I didn’t attend or otherwise infiltrate the event held last weekend at Jim Oliver Smokehouse, Monteagle, Tennessee, although my wife and I spent the weekend with three other couples who’d also rented cabins at the Best Western property. Some kind of providential coincidence, although I don’t pretend to understand the divine intent implicit therein. Most of the Tennessee communist party members present behaved with surprising decorum and without the Clinton-era excesses one tends to expect of them, as a group.
People, that bit about ‘Tennessee communist party members’ is partisan hyperbole. In case you didn’t recognize it as such, I’m telling you.
The rain falling on our cabin’s tin roof sounded like the wash-cycle on our Bosch front-loading washing machine. Caution-Lady said she awoke Friday night wondering, “Who’s doing laundry at this hour?” Ours was one of the newer cabins – spacious, well lit, nicely appointed, but with an enormous amount of wasted space under the roof – room there for a large loft. The Smokehouse restaurant itself was reasonably priced with decent service.
Caution-Lady, Seventy-Six and I visited with some brothers and sisters who initially came into contact with one another through the informal auspices of a radio ministry rooted in the Calvinist teachings of grace. John and I met Mrs. Millsaps, whose husband presides as bishop over a breakaway conservative Episcopal Missionary Church, in the parking lot of Mountain Outfitters, where she had gone to deliver yellow handbills advertising a jewelry and craft fair to take place nearby the weekend of 9 May. We discussed conservative politics and the recent presidential election, in addition to ministerial integrity and the necessary choices its possessors are sometimes called upon to make to their own social and financial detriment.
I’ve only got a year to burn off everything I overate this rainy weekend past. One of our number brought a variety of spiced sausage (I don’t recall the brand name) that was unbelievably good. Boiled in beer they were on the grill. Two whole chickens cooked on the grill using the internal beer-can flavoring method. Hamburgers, hotdogs, sides, cookies, pies, coffee, pop, wine, mint-juleps and beer for those who consume alcoholic beverages. It was a great visit.