Had Tennessee not been so pointy I would not have broken its tip: I am familiar with northeastern Tennessee. My memory of Chattanooga is a single sparkling image. I had never looked down into a city like that before and the early morning vista tattooed me. Stopped in Memphis long enough to buy a souvenir pen from Graceland, but I have never been to Nashville or Knoxville. And having lived in San Diego in vertical California, I assumed there was a southern Tennessee. There is no southern Tennessee. How silly of me.