Stopped by the Carnton mansion in Franklin to return a wrought-iron basement window bar that had been stolen by an ethically-challenged young man in the late 70s and had been reposing in Alabama all this time. The guy who stole it died not long after, and the private collector who inherited it decided it was past time to return it.
While there, we stopped at the Confederate cemetery and strolled through the monuments. Was pleased to see that the Alabama state marker to the 129 men and boys from my state who died there was the only one with flowers -- artificial red roses -- placed at its foot. I was aghast, however, to find how developed the battlefield has become. Get this: there are tennis courts located slap up aginst the cemetery boundary. Shameful.