By Willis Cook
In 1993 I decided I didn’t want to spend my retirement in Atlanta and somewhat surprisingly found that my wife agreed with me. So we started looking for land.
We looked at a tract in Chestnut Hill, Tennessee, east of Sevierville. It was attractively priced but we didn’t buy it. One reason was because one of the residents there lived on a bluff overlooking the highway and disposed of his garbage by dumping it over the cliff. As you drove along the road you saw a stream of trash clinging to the side of the bluff and a substantial mound at the bottom. I decided I couldn’t bear to see that every day if we lived there.
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