As we drove toward Johnson City, Ken said “Isn’t this the place where your friends always stand you up for meals?”
True enough. But I had a feeling. We would find a Thanksgiving feast in JC. Bob is funny, though, and obviously likes having a laugh at all of us now and then.
After finding nothing to eat in JC, we headed north, toward Virginia. After a brief tour of Bristol, still finding nothing to eat, we hopped on Lee Highway, heading north to Abingdon.
