Burchett sure walks sounds good but I don’t for sure honestly
Under my radar till a few years ago
If you’re in Nashville then Knoxville might as well be in Virginia
And I like Knoxville even though unionist to some degree it’s more southern than here
Burchett is like Louisiana Kennedy folksy down home vernacular and puts you at ease
But you better watch out
There is brain back there
Clinton we all have to admit was a master of southern put you at ease talk too
While he took your wallet wife and daughter
And his wife …..your life
I’m not at all impressed with Burchett, nor am I convinced “there’s a brain back there”. But I suppose I’m asking him to pass a high bar. You see, our past reps (John Duncan and then his son Jimmy Duncan) were dream-come-true solid conservatives who truly cared about and served their constituents.
During the Duncans’ long tenure, all you had to do was call up Mildred at the local office and — eh voila! — problem solved.
Not so at all with Burchett’s office. Nothing, nada, just do-nothing cheeky kids in that office. They could not care less about us. In his appearances on local radio, well, frankly, he sounds very low IQ to me, but like I wrote before, we old timers got spoiled by the Duncans.
BTW, I get what you mean about the difference between Nashville and Knoxville. Both my parents were from the Nashville area (both families descended from original settlers in Davidson, Wilson and Rutherford counties). So I’m culturally a Middle Tennessean even though I grew up in Knoxville.
Knoxville used to have some good things about it, but I don’t like Knoxville anymore myself. Too many arrogant foul mouthed Yankees and Californians have invaded and the traffic is atrocious! Soon moving to the wonderful house I bought on a Louisiana barrier island. I’m gonna go Cajun now lol.
BTW, it’s quite possible, even likely, we’re some sort of distant cousins, you and I. My ancestors on both sides first arrived here in the early to mid 1600s, starting out in Tidewater Virginia and then some moving on to the Carolina coast. (There was one branch of my mother’s family who arrived with the first Puritans in New England, but as those Puritans could never get along with each other, my ancestors kept moving south until a certain Puritan young lady fell for a dashing Cavalier in Virginia and forgot all about hating mince pie and turned thoroughly Southern lol).
Anyway, back in the early 1700s, my paternal ancestor I call “Old John” or “Beaufort John” had three sons and a few daughters. I am descended from one of the two elder sons*. The youngest son was born late in Old John’s life and only five years old when he died, so Old John left him a very nice fortune. Old friends of the family who had migrated to Mississippi (and quite wealthy) came to visit Old John’s widow and family when this youngest son was of marriageable age, and he fell for their beautiful (and set to inherit a fortune) daughter. So he sold out, married her, and off to Mississippi he went with his lovely (and rich) new bride.
Their descendants served in the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812 and other conflicts (a father and son both somehow becoming colonels, Sr and Jr, a bit confusing), and in the Mississippi legislature. There are some hysterical markers about them in Mississippi, and there used to be a statue of one who served as a commanding officer of some sort for the Confederate States during the War of Northern Aggression, but it was likely torn down during the BLM madness.
The split between brothers whose descendants ended up in Middle Tennessee and Mississippi happened back in the mid-1700s, but chances are, my ancestors’ descendants and your ancestors crossed paths somewhere back there and married. Hi Cuz!
*The elder two brothers remained on their lands around Beaufort, extending them into neighboring new areas as time went on, until after their service in the Revolutionary War, after which they turned up their noses at their land grants in what is now South Carolina and bought land in Middle Tennessee instead. I can’t be entirely sure which elder brother was my grandpa because records got messy during the Revolutionary War and because all of the males in that line were named John William with the next brother named William John and they *all* married ladies named Sarah Elizabeth or Elizabeth Sarah — for generations on end! Not only that, the ones named John William went by William and the ones named William John went by John! Yikes! I do know for certain “Old Beaufort John” was my ancestor, and that he thought a lot of his “silver shue buckels”, at least in his will. They came before all the livestock. Go figure.