Nashville is starting to look more and more like a movie set, like somebody who’s never been to a city’s idea of what a city should look like, all too-perfect new glass buildings and color-coordinated condominiums of rose brick and sand concrete.
Still, the citizen refuse to succumb completely to a landscape the past can’t stick to. And so, when you are given directions to anywhere, they are full of the haunts of Nashville’s past. If you, for instance, are trying to get from the bus station, which, by the time you read this, will probably be torn down, which makes this such a Nashville story…
Where was I? Oh yes.
Say you wanted to get from where the bus station used to be, there on 8th Avenue, to the children’s hospital. Well, you’d as likely as not be told to go up by where the Hall of Fame used to be and then down Division past where Patrick’s was and when you get to where Nick and Rudy’s was, across from where theIHOP used to be, turn left and go past where the Burger King was, and soon enough, you’ll see it on your right.
It seems like Nashville is in a constant hurry to get rid of everything that ties it to its own history. But if you know where to look and how to listen, the ghosts are all around us.