After my Lynchburg excursion yesterday I backtracked to Tullahoma, TN for dinner and a place to stay. Upon check-in I am virtually smacked in the face with a memory of home.
What grabs my attention is the sound of undeniable New England accents. Not a haughty type of enunciation but the more rural immigrant style inflection I grew up hearing. To be more specific, it’s how my New England Polish family sounded when I was growing up. The folks in front of me have hearty laughs that perfectly match their hearty bodies . . .
This is an excerpt from my latest contribution to RoadRunner Motorcycle Touring & Travel Magazine
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