So, I'm stuck in Clarksville, Tennessee for another three weeks, and my primary observation to this point is that this burg - from this particular vantage, anyway - looks exactly like any other I've seen in the past twenty years or so; as I've described it to several people already, the main drag, from my hotel window, could be Rivers Ave., in N. Charleston, SC, or Dale Mabry Blvd., in Tampa, or Adamo Dr., in Brandon. Same long, straight stretch of fast-food joints and strip malls and Wal-Marts, all the detritus of sprawled-urban America.
Bleah.
Oh - the reason I'm in "the Gateway to The New South?" I'm working, part of a team training Army men on a new system; came up a week ago to inventory and power-up the gear, and will stay for the training gig. Twenty-eight days in yer Standard Suburban Setting, interspersed with forays into yer Standard Military Enclave.
More on impressions of the Standard Army Town later...
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