With one small exception, there was no more "touristing" for the rest of the trip. We just relaxed and visited. I, of course, don't do well with inactivity, so I started to get a little restless. I had my crossword puzzles, but unfortunately, I finished all the ones I had brought with me. But since I had my laptop with me, I filled in the time working on some music I've been writing.

Terry had promised to make Ashley a peanut butter cake. However, since she wasn't familiar with Ashley's kitchen, I ended up making it.

Later in the afternoon, we went and picked up Jonathon, another friend of Ashley's, and Natasha came over, and we all had dinner together - with peanut butter cake for dessert.

In Ashley's guest room, I found an old guitar which had belonged to her father. So after dinner, I brought it out, and entertained everyone with a few songs.

We got up early and went for breakfast at the Pancake Pantry - we had to get up early because we were warned that if we got there too late, we'd be waiting for a table for hours.

While I was looking at Google Maps for the route to the restaurant, something caught my eye - the Gallery Of Iconic Guitars. I told Terry and Ashley that I wanted to check that out, so I drove them home, and drove back. The Gallery turned out to be a small - one room - museum in the library of Belmont University, filled with - what else - guitars and mandolins. I wandered around looking at the instruments on display, and reading the signs describing them, and then one particular guitar caught my attention:

Take a closer look at the sign beneath the guitar:

A Grinnell guitar! For further proof, check out the name on the head:

Apparently, there was a Grinnell Brothers musical instrument company in Detroit, from the late 1800's until 1981. There's no Wikipedia page, but this website has some good information. Actually, I had heard of Grinnell Brothers, but I thought they only made pianos. Discovering that they also made guitars was a pleasant surprise.

Later that day, we went to a perfume store called Hunneeb'z, where Terry bought some fragrances for herself and some friends. We then went for dinner at Jeff's, an excellent soul food restaurant, where Natasha joined us once again.

In the evening, we watched one of Terry's favorite movies, Wait Until Dark (w) , starring Audrey Hepburn and made in 1967. The Wikipedia article gives a complete rundown of the plot, but here's an abbreviated version. A woman smuggles heroin into the country hidden inside a doll. At the airport, she gives the doll to a passing man, who takes it (I guess back then they didn't warn you never to do that), and takes it home to his wife (Audrey Hepburn), who is blind. Three criminals, including a particularly vicious Alan Arkin, then invade the blind woman's home looking for the doll, and she has to fight them off by herself, because her husband's out of town.

This was Ashley's birthday. We took her to breakfast at (another) Another Broken Egg, and then spent the rest of the day doing not much of anything. Ashley's friend Kristin, who we had met back at the beginning of the week, came over with her son Cyrus, and we all visited for a while. After Kristin left, Terry made dinner. And that was it for the day.

And that was it for the vacation. The next morning we got up at 4:00 AM to catch our flight home. Terry got into a conversation with the woman in the next seat, comparing notes about Nashville vs. L.A.

The following week, I performed at an open mike night, and I started my performance by talking a little about my trip to Nashville and Memphis, which I referred to as "a music lover's dream vacation." And I think that says it all.