Lou Pickney's Online Commentary
June 18, 2015
The weekend before last, the Father Ryan High School Class of 1995 had its 20-year reunion at the Pour House, a restaurant/bar in the Gulch area of downtown Nashville. It was great seeing old friends, some who I literally hadn't seen since graduation. In particular it was nice to catch up with my buddy Josh Tenisci, who I hadn't seen since my trip to Dallas in the summer of 2008.
Slowly but surely, I'm getting settled into my new home. There are still things in boxes that are missing, particularly my electric razor chargers, but bit by bit I'm figuring out what is where.
It has taken time to adjust to having so much upstairs space. This is not a bad problem to have -- it sure beats trying to downsize to fit into a small apartment. But it's going to take some time and planning to finally get things the way I want them.
La Vergne, a suburb to the southeast of Nashville, is an interesting place to live. Parking on the street is illegal in the city, though it still happens, but people are allowed to park in their yards. That isn't the classiest look, as you might imagine, but some of the roads here are rather narrow and cars being parked on the street would create some major traffic problems. It would be like trying to drive on some of those side roads in the Grandview Heights area of Columbus, OH where it can be a *very* narrow fit at times.
I live in an subdivision known as Lake Forest, a massive collection of homes which I've been told is the largest subdivision in the state of Tennessee. When the U.S. economy fell apart and the housing crunch hit circa 2007, it really hit this area hard, to the point where it earned the derisive nickname of Lake Foreclosure.
But things have changed over the last few years, and a demand for housing in the Nashville area has boosted the sale prices of homes in the region and led to an overall improved quality of the neighborhood. So far I'm finding it to be an enjoyable place to live.
Many of the road names in the neighborhood are really strange, though. Quick, guess which one of the following is not a road name here:
1) E. Nir Shreibman Blvd.
2) Zither Lane
3) Ace Wintermeyer Drive
4) Geneil Lane
5) Phelissa Drive
The answer: it's a trick question. They're all real. Luckily I ended up on one with a decent name. It's easier to give over the phone than Quarry View in Columbus, which despite my best radio-style articulation and intentionally slow delivery when saying it was almost always initially misheard.
Then again, I once lived on a road called Maritime Port, which was no picnic, either. A long way from East Palm Avenue in my Ybor City days.
I've been deliberating what option to take for cable/satellite television, and I'm still not quite sure what I'm going to do yet. There isn't a rush at the moment for me, not with the NBA and NHL seasons done and football not beginning until August.
What I won't do is any business with this pushy guy who was pimping his off-brand company's television service over here a couple of weeks ago. I put him off since it wasn't a good time for me, and I asked him for a business card, but he said he didn't have any with him. That's a common technique used to then book an appointment. I've been to sales school and I know how the game works.
My intention had been to hear him out, but it creeped me out when I got back from the gym the next day and he spotted me and came over wanting to talk. I get it that this is how sales are made, but it's also how homes get cased. Plus, I was sweating profusely after 40+ minutes of cardio, and sitting down to talk with a salesman was not high on my agenda.
The final straw for me was when my brother Matt came by later that night and the pushy salesman returned once more. When I noted that I had company visiting, he then tried to start selling his service to Matt, even as I asked him to not do so. That quickly flipped me from cordial to angry and I ultimately had to close the door to get him to leave.
Owning a home is great, but one nice thing about apartment living was that it mostly kept the solicitors away, especially The Quarry with its gate. I would post a No Soliciting sign up front, but it's tacky and salesmen are trained to ignore them. Also, those signs in many cases simply label you as an easy mark who has trouble saying no.
What I really need is a front door peephole, which I should take care of soon. For some reason (probably financial), many homes in this area were built without one. Opening the door without knowing who is on the other side isn't my idea of a fun time. At all.
This past Friday night, I went to Jackson, TN to attend the first-ever Global Force Wrestling show, which was held at the home stadium of the minor league baseball Jackson Generals. It was a fun show, nothing blow-away, but worth the effort to drive to and attend.
|Jim Cornette led a 10-bell salute in honor of Dusty Rhodes last Friday night. That's me in the Bullet Club shirt. (GFW)|
Incredibly, my friend Chris Lyell and his wife, Audrey, had the seats right behind me. That was a great coincidence. It was fun chatting with them, and I might meet them in Bowling Green for the GFW show taking place up there on Sunday.
This show happened just one day after the death of Dusty Rhodes, who I coincidentally referenced in my previous column on here. I was around Dusty just one time, backstage at an FIP show in St. Petersburg in 2003. Dusty was holding court, sitting unpleasantly shirtless, but doling out information in his typical captivating way that drew people to listen to him. Dusty was a one-of-a-kind, to be sure.
That was also the same night that I saw New Jack (of ECW fame/infamy) go behind a pickup truck in the loading area to take a leak on the concrete floor -- despite the fact there was a bathroom nearby. If anyone had a problem with it, they didn't bother to let him know.
Related note: the pro wrestling business can be a crazy place at times.
As for Global Force Wrestling, owner Jeff Jarrett faces a major challenge, with demand higher than ever for top independent talent and WWE not helping things any by signing up all kinds of indie stars for its NXT brand. Jarrett needs to secure a television deal, which may be tricky with TNA Wrestling, Lucha Underground, and Ring of Honor all in the mix. Time will tell on that, as always.
It should be a fun next few days, as I have my brother Matt's bulldog, Titus, staying over here at my house. I spent a lot of time with him as a puppy, but since 2009 I haven't had very many long excursions with him. So this should be good...