When my parents moved to Florida, I was relieved in a way that might seem odd. I was relieved that I never had to go again to Nashville or Brentwood (just south of Nashville) unless it was to a high school reunion or something. So When Dan said he wanted to see where my family was from and promised to take me to Jack Daniel’s distillery, I said ok. It became an awesome opportunity to remember long-forgotten fun times and get visual updates that would close memories with current reality. Plus, I got to have dinner with a high school chum, Danna. Each photo in this gallery has a story. Check them out in the photo descriptions.