Praising a six-ton Jesus
“Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-JulyAnd I just hit town and my throat was dry,I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.”—From “A Boy Named Sue” I’ve been to Gatlinburg, Tennessee—one of the two main entrances to the 814-square-mile Great Smoky Mountains National Park—two times. The first was with a roommate (and a few […]