March 19, 2004
Gatlinburg every Easter. Once I could read, Grandpa preferred I be Navigator. I loved the trip, stopping in Berea, or the place in Knoxville with the monster potatoes. We stayed at a campground well outside town in their silver Avion. In town, I'd shop with Grandma for a while, then sit with Grandpa on a bench outside, breathing in the gentle spring air, people watching and listening to bluegrass music. He was able to talk to anyone and was always interested in the artisans in the shops, and charmed waitresses at his favorite restaurants, just as he did at home.