During my UT freshman year, in the spring of '75, I invited a friend from out of state to come home with me for a weekend on Signal Mtn., a bedroom town outside of Chatttanooga. Scott told me he wanted to go down to the GA/al line on the I-59 state line crossover becaussse he said he wanted to be able to say he had never set foot in alabama, but he'd pissed on alabama! Never happened, though. But, I did like the way the man was thinking. It would've added 2hrs to a 2hr trip, but Scott vowed it would happpen in the near future!
No wonder why I liked hanging with him.
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