Nashville had a white Christmas in 1962.  Nashville also had a white Christmas the first year my family lived here in 1969.  I have never seen a real, live, white Christmas.  When I say “white”, I don’t mean a dusting.  I don’t want to see the first blade of grass poking through.  I want snow.

The thing about the above picture, which came from the Tennessean’s fabulous online photo gallery, is not so much the snow, but, look how cheap gas was.  Can you imagine??

What sharp-eyed person knows which main thoroughfare this is?