Judy used to live in Nashville many years ago, and so we got off I40 and drove through some of the old neighborhoods she was familiar with. We passed a huge CSX yard, but there was not time to explore its boundaries on this trip. We drove through the vast Percy Warner Park on the southwest side of the city, and around one bend in the narrow winding road a flock of wild turkeys crossed in front of us. They paused in the brush a few yards down the hill from us, and I was able to squeeze off a head shot–with the camera of course!
Watching Nashville disappear in the rear view mirror, along I40 we started to see billboards every few miles for Casey Jones Village ahead in Jackson, Tennessee. Two hours and many more signs later when the exit appeared we felt like we had no choice but to check it out. There was a huge restaurant and many small shops selling every piece of tourist-trap merchandise in existance on earth, and they were all doing a brisk business. Next to the museum building was this house that belonged to Casey and his family.
In the museum itself I was surprised to find several items worth buying, including a CD or railroad songs and a DVD of a 30-minute episode of the early 1960’s TV show that starred Alan Hale Jr. (remember the Skipper from Gilligan’s Island?) as the brave engineer. Outside was ex-IC 4-6-0 #382, the engine that Casey was running at the time of his death on April 30, 1900 in Vaughan, Mississippi when he slid into the rear of a stopped train ahead.
It was getting late enough in the afternoon now that we ran non-stop through Memphis and on to Brinkley, AR for the night.