I love this town. I love the smell of Murfreesboro. How many places can that be said about?
If you are anywhere near Broad Street in the late afternoon, or sometimes other times of day, this town smells like fresh baked bread thanks to the warm, yeasty aroma coming from Lewis Bakery.
You can’t beat that. Some cities smell like sewage. Or hot molten steel/industrial plants. Or stale urine. Lebanon smells like dog food. I hear tales of some towns with chocolate factories smelling delicious, but fresh bread is definitely satisfactory. Those in the Walter Hill area may have different opinions on the smell.
I have to say Mr. Obama has just about shattered most of the hope he tried to instill in Americans. Whatever happened to no lobbyists? A new era? I guess change just means a slightly different group of Washington insiders and career politicians running the country. We’ll see how he does. Stay informed, but don’t get too wrapped up in it.
What Bonnaroo I take in this year will probably have to be on TV; I wonder how that’s going to work. I hear On Demand will show plenty of special Bonnaroo material, but will I be able to see entire musical performances or just some interviews and jibber jabber? That remains to be seen, as well.
Sarah and I may be having our own little Bonnaroo campout in the hospital this year.
We must compile the music she wants to hear in the hospital. She says she wants to keep the atmosphere peaceful and upbeat with the positive sounds of Bob Marley or someone along those lines. If I were in labor I think I’d want to hear Slayer or Cradle of Filth or something that literally screams pain and anguish. Be aggressive now. Push!!
Who knows, by the time you read this Bracken Jr. may be here.
Every other Thursday your friends here at The Pulse deliver the paper all over Murfreesboro, but this time around could give a whole new meaning to “delivery day” if the little dude’s making his entrance into the world as the paper’s being distributed.
Composting brings beautiful birds and wildlife to your yard. Sure, it breeds bugs, and worms and maggots and funk, but what do you think the birds like to eat? It’s a delicious buffet for them.
Some birds can be pretty territorial. One who has set up shop in our yard chased away a robin hopping around in the garden.
Glad they’re keeping a close guard on the place, but I hope they’re just considering the bugs in the garden theirs, and not the fruit.
Peace,
Bracken Mayo, Editor in Chief
