With my father's 60th birthday approaching, my father had narrowed it down to two locations to celebrate. Vegas or Nashville. Vegas...to visit the Gold and Silver Pawn shop from Pawn Stars and Nashville...to visit the Antique Archeology store from American Pickers.
My father isn't like other dads. I know a lot of kids say that, but it's exceptionally true in my case.
My dad is in advertising. Has been a creative director for 30+ years-the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He collects rock n roll memorabilia. Our last family vacation was to Cleveland to see part of his collection on display in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Rolling Stones exhibit. He often is mistaken for being famous. Happened multiple times on this trip due to his un-father like appearance-fedora, large metal skull ring and chained bracelets, ripped tattered jeans, John Varvatos boots and the look of an ex-drummer. He may be 60, but acts like he is 25. He is also one of my best friends. Seeing his joy on this trip is the greatest gift I could ever been given. It probably meant more to me than it did to him.
He may be a rock and roll fan, but country has my heart and Nashville held them both. Days were spent touring the Grand Ole Opry and the Johnny Cash museum. We had the most delicious gnocchi at Adele's and saw Connie Britton dancing to the Kings of Leon at the Music City Food & Wine Festival. It was a trip I will never forget and a city I will long to go back to visit.