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About San Jose

But then—oh honey, Anger’d rear his fiery head quick! I’d be madder’n a wet hen if I saw some sleazy fella treatin’ them gals like dirt. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a pot of grits! I’d wanna holler, “Take a hike, you low-down varmint!”—straight outta Anger’s playbook. Ain’t right, y’know? Them gals deserve respect, even if society’s all “Ew, gross!” like Disgust in the movie. She’d be wrinklin’ her nose, goin’, “This place smells like sin and cheap whiskey!” Ha! She ain’t wrong!

Rediscovered Treasures

Aug 18,  · In , Boone and a group of some 30 woodsmen left to complete a mile trail through the wilderness to the Cumberland Gap—a natural break in the rugged .

Boom, hometown culture is raw. The city’s vibe is like a never-ending jam session – unpredictable, full of soul, passion and a bit o’ damn insanity. Even the sidewalks got a story; need I mention how the cobblestones along Ridge Road sound like snare drums under your steps? It tonally reminds me of a reckless guitar riff from some lost folk song.

Boone Golf Club rebounds with renovations after Hurricane Helene