Once free of the congestion of Nashville and its surroundings, the road is a very pleasant drive although there isn't a lot to see. In Glascow, Kentucky, signs pointed to the Historic Plaza Theater just a half block off of the town square. I parked across the street and, after reading the informative sign, really wanted to see inside. The sign compares the theater's "unspectacular exterior" with the awe inspiring "beauty and uniqueness of the interior". The exterior may not be spectacular but it was rather interesting and I was definitely psyched about that interior. But the theater was closed and a sign said it only opened shortly before actual performances. A sign at the ticket office hinted that it might be open today but was closed from 12:00 to 1:00 for lunch. I pressed my cameras to the door for a blurry shot of the lobby then, disappointed, headed off.

It was about a quarter to 1:00 and I thought hanging around for awhile made sense. There was a place on the square called George J's and a look through the window pulled me in for lunch. There were a couple of groups eating in the large area filled with tables and chairs but I had the entire counter, of which less than half is in the picture, to myself. A table near the rear of the counter was surrounded by extra comfortable chairs and, just in case there was any doubt, the area was identified by letters on the wall. I dined on a two-cheese grilled cheese sandwich with the optional ham and iced tea for less than $8. Sadly, no liars were present and, even sadder, the Plaza office remained closed at 1:30.

The last picture is back at the Wigwam General Store where I again refueled. Something that I have actually noticed before is that the vast majority of signs decorating the front of the building advertise tobacco products. I don't know the current statistics but tobacco remains an important crop in these parts. This is not only the Jackson's closest approach to the Dixie, it is its closest approach to I-65 which I headed home on.