General Burnside Asserts Himself Unexpectedly
I found myself at the French Market on a recent delightful morning when the sun was shielded enough by cloud cover to make sitting outside in the shade bearable early in the day. I'd gotten interested in trying their Italian coffee and I'd just started and become entirely hooked reading Jack Neely's book Market Square: A History of the Most Democratic Place on Earth
If I had been anywhere else in in Knoxville I would not have seen it. If I had been inside or at another outside table, I would not have noticed it. Even at my table, if I had chosen the other chair, my back would have been to it and I would have never known. It was almost as if the old guy was saying, "Hey, before you sat there with your fancy coffee, I hung out in this spot." It was beyond creepy. What made me look up at that moment or be in that spot when I read that portion? I'll let you draw your own conclusions.
It makes you wonder how many markers we walk past without ever considering the lives and important moments that centered on that very spot where we carry on our little lives. And further, who will notice that we once walked this road? Will we make enough difference that someone will remember?
Labels: Ambrose Burnside, American Civil War, Coffee, French Market, history, Jack Neely



