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Jimbo's in Mt. Juliet plans to shake hamburger world |
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012 |
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By KEN BECK The Wilson Post
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| Partners Jim Lamberth, left, and John Isaac hope to shake up the burger world with Jimbo's in Mt. Juliet. |
MT. JULIET--Can Wilson County birth a second restaurant chain, one that might trace in the tracks of the super successful Cracker Barrel?
Well, if Jimbo’s partners Jim Lamberth and John Isaac succeed with their dream, built on the backs of 3½-ounce, 100 percent, fresh-beef patties, the answer is yes, and they would like fries with that.
Their first Jimbo’s, a retro-styled hamburger palace that shares room on the menu with hot dogs, hand-cut French fries and milk shakes, opened in December on North Mt. Juliet Road, across from Mt. Juliet Middle School, and their burger business is booming.
Walk into the diner, which features an all-American theme with red tables, red and white walls, black chairs and photos on the walls of classic cars, Coca-Cola, Popeye the Sailor’s burger-munching pal Wimpy, Marilyn Monroe and James Dean, and odds are the first person to greet you from behind the counter will be smiley-faced John Isaac, a former chief operating officer of Service Merchandise Catalog Showroom.
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Our Feathered Friends-March 14 |
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012 |
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By RAY POPE
I received a message from my first cousin, Traci Walker, updating me on her Mockingbird and her cat. Since last year the Mockers have tormented Oreo, her cat, dive-bombing and pecking it on its head. I believe the cat would love to turn the tables on the Mocker and invite it to lunch.
We had a very good time at Garr’s this past Saturday as we talked about Bluebirds, Purple Martins and even Bats. I myself would love to get a Bat house where the winged creature of nocturnal bliss could work on eating the insects that escape my daytime favorites. That was a mouthful. It was also nice to have Sheila Smith show up with a friend, whose name I can’t remember, to learn about the birds. Memory loss seems to run rampant in my life since last October's close call with death.
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‘Rawhide’ trail boss drowned in Peruvian river |
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012 |
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Dear Ken: What happened to Eric Fleming, who played trail boss Gil Favor on “Rawhide”?
Fleming, born Edward Heddy in Santa Paula, Calif., enlisted in the U.S. Navy during WWII and served as a Seabee in a naval construction battalion. An accident at work injured his face, thus he had to undergo extensive plastic surgery. After the war, he studied acting and found work on Broadway, in film and on TV. He was making “High Jungle,” an adventure film in Peru in 1966, when his dugout canoe flipped and he was carried away by the strong current of the Huallaga River and drowned at the age of 41. He had planned to marry his fiancé two days later. Fleming was buried on the grounds of the University of Peru in Lima, Peru. Among his movie credits were “Fright,” “Queen of Outer Space,” “Curse of the Undead” and “The Glass Bottom Boat.” |
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012 |
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By BECKY ANDREWS Wilson Living Magazine
March Madness…
Upon hearing this term I thought it was some obnoxious sales plug for a shopping center. That is, until I came home one afternoon, stepped into the bonus room where my husband and our two children sat staring intently at the television. Before I could ask, “What are you watching?” I got ‘shushed’… by my 8 year old. I should’ve walked away. But, because I showed a little interest, my husband and oldest child started talking about brackets circulating, hardwood hysteria, seed teams and something about stars being born. All of it made as much sense the acronyms Gary Busey spouts off every time a TMZ camera is close. |
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Our Feathered Friends - March 7 |
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012 |
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By RAY POPE
Continued from last week.
Back in the early 1970's, young John Sellars Jr. and myself took the trail behind the Inn looking for Barred Owls. We walked several feet into the woods where I started hooting my vocal call. Several more feet into the trail, I started to hoot some more. All of a sudden there was flashlights shinning up all around the trees. John Jr. was about to burst out laughing at all the people trying to locate the "Owls". Farther and farther out we kept up the hooting till we snuck back and finally parted company for the night. The next morning at breakfast in the Inn's dinning room, everyone was excited about the Owl's hooting, but they never could find them. That was John Jr. and my little secret. |
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