Aug 232012
 
Signal Pointe Tennessee

The view Byron and I had from Signal Pointe. Click on the image for a larger view

My brother Byron came for a visit for the weekend.  While using points to purchase his ticket, he flies into Nashville which is a two and a half hour drive from Chattanooga.  I got to work early as usual to put in a full day before driving to get him.

I drive into Nashville and am way to glad to take a pit stop with the grand-kids house in Spring Hill.  I pull up to the house and walk to the front door.  Who is where waiting for her Popi, yup, Melody.  I hung out and played with Melody and Zafer.  Melody posed for Popi with T-Rex.

I headed on in to Nashville to wait for Byron.  I was on the phone with my sister-in-law about 20 minutes before Byron is to arrive.  All of a sudden it starts pouring down rain.  I am watching the arrival board and see it switch to diverted.  WHAT?!?  He is supposed to land in 20 minutes!  I call Southwest to find out he has been diverted to St. Louis and should be back in Nashville in a couple of hours.

Finally at 1:00 am in the morning Central I get to see my brother.  He tosses his bag into the car and we are on the way back to Chattanooga.  Still pouring down rain but we are now headed home.  We finally arrive at 4:45. Tired after a long day for both of us, now for some rest.

After a little rest, we decide to head out to see the city.  First stop was a breakfast/lunch at City Cafe.  Next stop is to the IBEW Union hall.  The ladies at the hall were a real treat with their great customer service! (Insert sarcasm)  We walked around downtown to take in the sites from the view at Boynton Park to a walk across the Walnut Street Bridge. We went back to the house to wait for Mackenzie to get home from school.  She walks in and asks where her Uncle Byron is.  She sees him and gives him a hug…an official hug because as you all know it is not a hug unless you grunt.  Byron later brings out Mackenzie’s gift, in a gift bag, especially for her.  He brought her a “punch in the face”.  Now while this sounds mean, it is a family joke and is very harmless.

We round out the weekend with a dinner at Tres Amigos and a hike around Signal Point. I then introduce Byron to Nascar.  We watch the Michigan Sprint Cup race.  Late in the race Byron chooses Greg Biffle for his driver as Greg is from Vancouver, Washington.  So who ends up winning the race…Greg Biffle.

It was great to have my brother here for the weekend.  I am happy for the time we spent chatting, laughing, and getting caught up on life.  He left his mark on our visit with one more antic.  Just to get a dig in, he would randomly say “Roll Tide!” just to get my wife, an Auburn fan, riled up.  That is my bro!

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