Over the long Fourth of July weekend we did a short day trip to the North Georgia Mountains. On the way back we saw a sign for a zoo and thought we would check it out. The zoo was closed but we found a split rail fence along the side of the road with a surprise. It was a simple split rail fence with chicken wire on the inside. On the other side of the fence were about 15 zebras and zebroids (also zedonk, zorse, zebra mule, zonkey, and zebrule). There was also a Watusi Bull from Africa.
We pulled over and walked up to the fence and after a while they came over to us. We pulled long grass from our side of the fence and fed it to them. They were very friendly and gentle and it was an amazing experience.
The Watusi Bull never came to say hi. He seemed a bit unsure of us.
We spent about 30 minutes playing with these incredible animals and I think we were all just a bit stunned by this unique and rare experience.
The Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga is, simply put: Awesome! I have only been once before many years ago after it first opened and it has already doubled in size. It is located on the Tennessee River in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
The Aquarium is split into 2 sections, The River Journey and The Ocean Journey. Each part is housed in a separate building.
We started with the River Journey. The inside of the building greets you with a very long escalator that takes you to the top of the structure where you are met by playful river otters. This is the top and the start of the giant tank that goes all the way down four levels. The center of the building has ramps that descend to each level so that forty feet of water is visible. At each level there are exhibits on each side that are independent of the main tanks. All the exhibits here are from a typical local stream or lake, everything from fish to snakes to alligators.
The second building is the Ocean Journey and again you start at the top where you can pet sting rays and sharks and visit the live butterfly room. I had not been in this part before.
It is well worth the money and trip. It was $26.95 each and for $8.00 more we just bought a family membership…..just in case!
Anybody who knew me growing up knew I loved The Beach Boys. I still love their music, but I really got into their great harmonies of the late sixties and into the seventies. Many of my friends through my teenage years suffered through the music and going to their concerts with me. I would guess I have seen the Beach Boys live no less than 20 times. I had all their albums and along with the great harmonies there was some very bizarre stuff mixed in.
In the summer of 1988, I was preparing to go to Australia and had to pick my dad up at the airport. I was there early and took a seat and spotted a very cute redheaded woman who looked vaguely familiar. I kept looking and realized it was Reba McEntire. Reba was real big in the late eighties and having lived in Nashville for a while I learned not to be intrusive however, this was Reba. The other thing that was very noticeable with the country stars in the eighties was that there never were any big entourage or bodyguards. In fact Reba was sitting by herself just like all the other passengers.
I decided to say hi and ask for an autograph. I introduced myself and apologized for bothering her. She smiled, informed me she was bored and invited me to sit and chat for a bit. I suddenly became star struck and shy which is not like me as I have been backstage at many concerts and gatherings.
The only part of the conversation I remember was telling her about moving to Australia and how excited she was for me. She told me she had toured all over the world and had not yet been to OZ. She was pushing to be part of an Australian tour that included Kenny Rogers and others.
This lady was so down to earth and friendly that I felt I was talking to a long lost friend. It really was a special moment and she is as much of a hoot in real life as she is on TV….
I worked for The Metro, a small music scene publication in Nashville, for a few years photographing bands, musicians and comedians. (Mid eighties) This is the only surviving memento from that period that I can find….
In the mid eighties, I worked for a small paper in Nashville called, The Metro, taking photographs of concerts and musicians. The Metro consisted of mostly college students hoping to get a career in the writing and newspaper business. Me, I just wanted free tickets to awesome concerts. I really never have wanted to do photography professionally. I was on staff for a few years and was exposed to a bunch of music I never would have gone to see on my own. One band was Afrikan Dreamland.
Aashid Himons was the leader and founder of Afrikan Dreamland. He was from West Virginia and had been involved in music all his life. Afrikan Dreamland combined reggae, blues, rock and electronic music and I remember really enjoying their music. After the show I got to chat with Aashid for a bit and he told me a little about the Rastafarian culture and his music. I recall a very warm and polite person that I really enjoyed talking too. I was bummed to hear of his passing in 2011.