Twenty-some odd years ago, my mother and I drove the family cars down from the Chicago suburbs to southwest Florida as part of their big move south. It was a sweltering June day and an otherwise fun road-trip. The otherwise part, though? One of the cars- the one I was driving- overheated in Chattanooga, Tennessee…and I had to drive with the heat cranked on in 90°F weather.
I realize I should have blamed Ford, but instead I blamed Chattanooga…and I hadn’t returned since. But I’ve lived half my life since that sweaty day, and decided to lift the ban and take a long, junkin’ weekend to Chatt-town. I’m happy to say that we had a fantastic time…and in true Chattanooga form, the past is quite literally water (from the Tennessee River) under the Bridge.Read more ›