1. The Galt House will always be FFA conventions for me. My family never went on extravagant vacations (Who could blame ol' Curtis and Jackie? One can only handle so much, "Who brought the skunk with them?"), but there were plenty of Sunday drives, and Friday night Glasgow excursions, and the much-anticipated, three-day Galt House adventures every June. While Dad spent the day with the FFA students in meetings, or watching talent competitions, or on farm visits, Mom would patiently heed my and Leigh Ann's pleas for pool time, or trips to the Galleria (now the 4th Street Live area), or explorations by the river. In the evenings, we would all go out to eat (it seems it was often TGI Friday's:)) and sometimes do a horse and buggy ride downtown. In the morning we typically had breakfast in the Magnolia Cafe on the second floor of the hotel, naturally stopping to giggle at the legs in the pool we could see from the large window near the restaurant entrance.
Around the age we started tagging along on the FFA trips...
2. I love my home and I always enjoy coming back, but I also really love spending a few days in city downtowns. I like sculptures and neat architectural elements. I enjoy the variety of shops, restaurants, and people. I love the anonymity. I feel inspired by the intangible energy. I love river towns and waterfronts. There's just a part of me that feels "more like myself," stronger, more confident when I walk city sidewalks.
*I also love that when asked about his reading tendencies as a child, House replied, "It's good to have a mix of the sacred and the profane" (a reflection of his time in public libraries and with the books that his grandma let him read).:)
5. Roll your windows down and play awesome music. It's the only way to travel this time of the year.