Trying to get a WiFi signal in Nashville is like trying to find a pair of fishnet pantyhose at a hardware store. Or like being sent on an errand for headlight oil or a football bat. After my last workshop yesterday I attempted to go to the one WiFi coffee shop I had seen in the vicinity, but it closed at 3pm on a Saturday. Similarly, the Country Music Hall of Fame and the Visual Arts Center were both closed by the time I got to them. I’ll be thankful to be back in Cleveland where it is much easier to get something stronger than a 1Mbps signal.
I bought a harmonica.