A super day. I awakened at the Hermitage Hotel in downtown Nashville. It is an old hotel and in perfect repair. Truly a showplace. Grand lobby with immense chandeliers and bright immense skylights. There is a roaring fire in the fireplace and comfortable chairs and couches everywhere.
Last night, when I checked in, I ate a hamburger at the Oak Bar downstairs here. Cheerful, helpful bartender and waitresses. One, Bobbie Marie, showed me pictures of her poodles, which apparently have eyes that are split between a brown top and a blue bottom. Another told me about how her statistics teacher used to tell her that statistics are “…lies, all lies, all made up to make a point.” He was pretty close to the mark. I see studies written up in the newspapers day after day that purport to prove something and almost never do. The gullible reporters write them up anyway.
“Lies, all lies.” Good thing to remember about statistics.
This morning, I got up and got into my car and headed up to Murray, Kentucky, in a fierce freezing rain. Eventually, the rain died down, but it was still terribly cold. I slept and next thing I knew, I was in Murray. It is a charming town of about 28,000 people. My speech is at Murray State University. I was met in front of the Forrest Pogue Library, a simply beautiful building, by the woman in charge of the event, a former high school captain of the cheerleaders and still super beautiful, Jeannie. Wow, is she gorgeous. We had a little tour of the library, then a press conference, then dinner, then my speech.
It all went super well, the way things always do in small Southern or border state towns. The air was bitter cold, with a cruel wind, and as we walked to the auditorium, I thought it would be amazing if anyone showed up. But we had a completely full house, which made me super happy. The audience was lively, pleasant, good natured, got all of my jokes, and I loved them.
I really hated to leave, which I did after a short faculty reception. It was an easy ride back with me sleeping most of the way, and then when I got back to my room, I had a snack of onion puree, then watched the news from Egypt.
It is all bad in Egypt. But Murray, Kentucky, is the Garden of Eden, and Murray State is paradise.
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