There’s something poetic about the way Nashville moves. This city, once pulsing with the rhythm of hooves and iron wheels, is now flirting with tunnels and Teslas.
Back then, our economy relied on livestock markets, muddy spurs and the unmistakable scent of commerce in the air. Today, the city is entertaining a 10-mile underground transit loop linking downtown to the airport. Call it progress — or maybe just another layer of grit beneath our streets.
I’ve always heard folks refer — some seriously, some half in jest — to part of Germantown as “Mule Alley.” Not because it’s marked on any map, but because, for decades, this neighborhood carried the physical and economic weight of the livestock trade…