tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post950163432735710928..comments2024-03-25T05:15:22.240-04:00Comments on the sunsphere is NOT a wigshop : voted the BEST blog about knoxville: Knoxville, A First ImpressionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-28142628067729525192010-05-06T20:20:40.311-04:002010-05-06T20:20:40.311-04:00My first was also a college visit. I stayed at Sta...My first was also a college visit. I stayed at Stan's (that's right, Stan's) apartment. One night we went to a party at The Monastery, where I later lived for three years. <br /><br />Knoxville had me at hello. I just had to brave a year of dorm life before I could thoroughly enjoy it.benjaminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16178217936894254981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-91713743900666138602010-05-06T17:05:51.497-04:002010-05-06T17:05:51.497-04:00My first Knoxville memory is playing video games a...My first Knoxville memory is playing video games at the "Play Palace" @ West Town Mall, c. 1977. There was a maze-like driving game that I was pretty good at. Eight people could race at once, two people on each side of the square console, with the screen in the middle. I always wanted more people to play so I could whip them all. :-DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912727265163567620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-85504833245057518812010-05-04T08:14:11.200-04:002010-05-04T08:14:11.200-04:00I grew up about 40 miles from Knoxville. My father...I grew up about 40 miles from Knoxville. My father owned a small business, and drove to Knoxville every Tuesday to buy goods from several suppliers.<br /><br />I used to go with him every time I'd get the chance; we'd ride around all day picking up things he needed for the store.<br /><br />Sometimes he'd get his hair cut on Gay Street and at lunchtime we'd usually go to the Brass Rail and eat at the bar, and talk to Gus.<br /><br />That was back when 104 FM was WBIR's country station, before "rock 104" WIMZ came along.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-25179701675899670722010-05-04T08:04:50.173-04:002010-05-04T08:04:50.173-04:00It's nice that your father was able to go visi...It's nice that your father was able to go visit his mom in Johnson City when he did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-45618987975071097622010-05-04T01:59:58.848-04:002010-05-04T01:59:58.848-04:00I was 8; Daddy was 53. The date was June 9, 1975. ...I was 8; Daddy was 53. The date was June 9, 1975. We lived in Social Circle, Georgia, but Daddy's mother lived in Johnson City. We visited her first. Then Daddy drove us to Knoxville, where I had never been before, but where Daddy had gone to school before and after World War II.<br /><br />We stayed at the Holiday Inn and crossed the street underground in a tunnel to Miller's, where he bought me a psychedelic two-piece swimsuit with a matching t-shirt cover-up. Then we crossed the street again, in that tunnel, and I put on that swimsuit and went swimming in the Holiday Inn's pool. Every time I broke the surface of the water, I hollered, "Watch me, Daddy! Daddy, watch me!" and every single time I broke that water, he smiled and called back, "I'm watching! I see you!"<br /><br />The next day, we drove home to Social Circle, and I read J. M. Barrie's _Peter Pan_ on the curvy mountain roads. And when we got home, it was time for my sister Amy's piano recital, and Daddy went to that.<br /><br />The next morning, June 11th, Daddy woke up, started the coffee, and he had a heart attack and died.<br /><br />I remember my first trip to Knoxville fondly for so many reasons. Not the least of which was that tunnel under the street between the Holiday Inn and Miller's. Where is it now?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-54019709978551110832010-05-03T21:26:16.123-04:002010-05-03T21:26:16.123-04:00You had hair?!! I always assumed you have been bal...You had hair?!! I always assumed you have been bald since birth.ckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06540640791693095371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-68739593335912201052010-05-03T19:30:55.312-04:002010-05-03T19:30:55.312-04:00MG - You and I are like bff since birth!!! I start...MG - You and I are like bff since birth!!! I started coming to K-town when I was in utero. One of my faves though was me falling asleep somewhere outside of nashville and waking up in knoxville having fallen asleep with gum in my mouth and the there was gum in my hair. Sam and Andy's and the Commodore (worn name probably, but a pizza place for ever) were also staples of my early childhood, along with season tickets to UT games.The Polhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02999368366181890306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-30715882798841745482010-05-03T17:51:50.134-04:002010-05-03T17:51:50.134-04:00Hm, my first trip to Knoxville was when I went to ...Hm, my first trip to Knoxville was when I went to my first football game as an eight-year-old. I was always fond of the city because of our annual football trips. It was after I came here for college that I stopped liking it so much (that obviously changed when I moved back a few years ago and discovered there was life beyond the strip ...)The Modern Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08663558561522180816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-22534257460314209272010-05-03T17:41:16.584-04:002010-05-03T17:41:16.584-04:00mine also involved a college visit that was terrib...mine also involved a college visit that was terrible. we went to a fraternity party with some people who had gone to my high-school and it was super lame since none of us drank...so we walked to the fort to another older high-school friends house to see him throw a homeless man down the steps for trying to steal a tv, then we rode the late night t down to the strip and ate at the krystal, which with the clashing red carpet and the orange and white ceiling tiles was probably the most depressing place in the world. I can't believe that I made it here.Wild Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13987646665879979974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974628747643667572.post-10606637775145663462010-05-03T12:10:23.148-04:002010-05-03T12:10:23.148-04:00My first memory of Knoxville is 8 years old. I can...My first memory of Knoxville is 8 years old. I cant believe it. We drove in from Michigan so that I could meet my boyfriend's mother for the first time. He said, "stop in Knoxville; I want you to see this place I love." We stopped in at Lucille's, and that was the first ever place I visited in Knoxville. I miss Lucille's a lot. It is a good thing that I also love Back Room, which is a good second to Lucille's. The next summer, I drove down again with my dad to find an apartment because I would be moving here. We stayed at the Crowne Plaza on Summit Hill and went in for a drink at that cozy bar there. Some guys, who were locals, told me that my best bet was to find a place out on Pellissippi. Man I am glad I did not listen to them. Those are two fond memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com