The headline comes from a line in Raising Arizona. Randy and I quote from a lot of movies, but there are a few that are in constant rotation. Raising Arizona is one. I would say two and three would be Pulp Fiction and Young Frankenstein.
Sometime in the not too distant, yet still somewhat hazy future, Randy and I are taking a short trip to Gatlinburg, TN.
We are meeting our mountain friends there. Mountain girl and the Bass player will arrive hours before we do, but that is because they live 40 minutes away.
They have lived in Tennessee for a number of years now and have visited Gatlinburg one time. We’re about to remedy this.
I’m not talking about that time you thought you might have seen a ghost, or when your older sister’s neighbor knew a guy who conjured bloody Mary.
I’m talking about a time when something completely not supernatural happened and scared the shit out of you.
Here’s mine.
