Chattanooga Blue
Some of my happiest moments in my life have been spent reading the newspaper. This is not one of them. Today has been awash with constant interruptions. It is nice to see you. The rest of today was just as nice.
I want to tell you a story the way I heard it.
All the public fixtures in Chattanooga, Tennessee are painted a particular shade of blue that is found nowhere else in the world, the way there is no Frosé like a New Orleans Frosé.
All the park benches, light poles, and whatnot, in Chattanooga are painted the same unique shade of blue, the way all the Frosé in New Orleans is all made of the same unique blend of rosé Franzia wine in a box, three boxes per batch.
Apparently, there was a time in Chattanooga when the park benches, light poles, and whatnot, were painted different shades of blue, all different shades of blue. It was a cacophony of shades. The municipal code specified blue, but not what hue. Some busybodies found this mix-match of blues an eyesore, so they complained, as such people are often do.
Some people cannot help but find fault with there surroundings. These people would have a brain aneurism if they lived in New Orleans.
Choosing to make everybody and nobody happy, the Chattanooga City Council, in its wisdom, collected paint chips from all the different fixtures in public parks and rights-of-way. They mixed all the chips together and came up with what is called Chattanooga Blue. Now, every park bench, street lamp, and other public property, is painted Chattanooga Blue.
I did not notice the park benches in Chattanooga while I was there. I slept in a Motel 6. It was conveniently located to where I wanted to be in Chattanooga. I was there in August. Paid subscribers can read all about it in the archives. I love Chattanooga.
There is no point to any of this story. It is just the kind of story that friends tell each other when they are enjoying each other’s company.
I am having lunch with Mrs. King and Vincent today. It is time to go behind the paywall. Happiness loves company.