The AhrBhe Blog - Random Musing on Random Thoughts 



Have you ever thought that you knew someone, only to find out that you didn't know them at all. Or maybe that you did know them but had been in denial because you didn't think that someone that close to you would betray you and totally try to destroy you.

I used to drink and I used alcohol to make me feel better. Some people that don't drink use anger, rage, and self-rightousness to feel better. They are only concerned with themselves and they destroy everything and anything that doesn't do their bidding or dares to have an opposing opinion.

They are like the weather. You never know what you are going to get or what direction it's going to come from.  They suck the joy out of life and steal the emotional security of everyone that they are close to. When they want something, they are relentless like the Hydra. They are dishonest, petty, and vindictive, but sooner or later their karma will catch up with them.


They're Gonna Tear Down the Grand Ole Opry, I Mean The Tennessee State Fair

Went to the Tennessee State Fair with my friend Scott tonight and there was nobody there. It was like a ghost town. There was a soccer game downtown and what we thought was fair traffic on Eighth Avenue was actually soccer traffic going downtown. Last Tuesady the Metro Council voted to build a new soccer stadium on the fairgrounds, so this was probably the last state fair on that site. Apparently the council set aside 15 acres for the fair, but the fair board is gioing to sue the council because they don't think that it will be enough land for the state fair. And as boring as the state fair was tonight it was more entertaining than soccer. Soccer makes curllng seem exciting.



Paying My Respects

Paying My Respects

May 15, 2018



The light that shines in the world has gotten a little bit dimmer. I found out about 1pm today that my good friend Faye Collins had died. I knew that Faye had been ill; she had emphysema and was, at the last time we talked, getting ready to undergo chemotherapy for cancer. I did not know that she had passed away. I was going to say that the light that shines in my world had gotten a little bit dimmer, but Faye was a beacon of light in the world of everyone that she ever came in contact with.


I had been trying to call her for the last few days, but I always got a message that said that the number I had dialed was not taking incoming calls at the present time. I finally called Faye’s friend Holly who informed me that Faye had died on February 4th 2018.

Whoever was supposed to put Faye’s obituary in the paper had neglected to do it, so when Holly told me about Faye’s death, I was completely surprised and really saddened to find out that there had already been a funeral and I had not been present to pay my respects.


Faye and I went way back. She was a hairdresser and with the exception of five times had cut my hair for approximately forty years until she developed the emphysema and had to retire in 2013. At that time she was cutting my hair at her house in a little shop at the end of her driveway.


I met her shortly after my friend Dean and I opened The Villager Tavern in Hillsboro Village in 1973. Not too long after The Villager opened, Faye and her best friend Patsy

opened Patsy & Faye’s Hair Loom across the street. At that particular time in my life my hair was pretty long but one day I went across the street to have it trimmed and that’s when I became one of Faye’s customers. You were either one of Faye’s or one of Patsy’s. For the years that I co-owned The Villager a haircut only cost a six-pack or two of beer. It wasn’t until after we sold The Villager to Bart G. that I actually had to start paying Faye in real dollars. My friend Scott W. who also got his hair cut by Faye always thought that she was happier to get a hug from us than the money anyway, and I couldn’t agree more.


Patsy and Faye eventually sold The Hair Loom and started cutting hair in a little shop behind a house they co-owned on Blair Boulevard. Faye ended up buying a house on South Wilson Boulevard where she again took up shop. She got remarried and she and her husband Jamie bought a house on a dead end off of Murphy Road where she cut hair until she retired. Her shop was an eclectic mix of posters, art, and photos. Some of the photos were given to her by some of her celebrity clients. I remember a couple of them were Gary Busey and Tom Wopat. Faye had a heart for n’er do wells, but she even cut the hair of the head of The Nashville Convention’s Bureau. Faye cut a lot of folk’s hair and all of them were her friends. She had tons of close friends.


Faye loved to laugh and anytime I heard a good joke, she would be the first person I would have to call to share it with. She reciprocated the fun. I can hear her laugh even as I write this. As a side note, if anyone ever wants to know who appreciates and tells the nastiest, dirtiest, funniest jokes; it’s women hairdressers. Maybe it was just Faye. She was a fun person to be around. The entire time I knew her, she never said anything bad about anyone except a few Republican Presidents.


Faye was a good hostess and a good cook. She always made you feel at home when you were around her. She liked to eat out too. She loved Barbeque (Centerpoint BBQ), fried chicken (Wendell’s), and meat & threes (The Pie Wagon & Wendell’s). We used to go out every now and then until she became reliant on oxygen and became essentially home bound. The last meal I had with her was a Tuesday’s fried chicken dinner from Osborne’s Bi-Rite that I took to her house and ate with her. I took her some sea salt caramels this Christmas and we both laughed so hard when they stuck to our partials.


Hairdressing was as Hank, Jr would say “A Family Tradition” and Faye was really good at it. That’s the reason she cut my hair for forty years. She could’ve cut it in the dark. Her dad had been a barber and it must have come naturally to her. When I was working in Grand Forks, North Dakota, I remember flying to Nashville mainly just to get my hair cut. I think that Faye had polio as a child and she had a limp, but she loved her Doc Martens. She was probably one of if not the nicest person that I ever have met. She really was too nice for this world.


Faye also loved music and we both had an affinity for David Olney who actually used to play at The Villager Tavern when Dean and I owned it. She had been a best friend with Dave’s first wife Judy. I could just go on and on about Faye. I’m going to miss her terribly and am just sick about not going to her funeral. I haven’t posted to my blog in a long time, but felt compelled to show my respect for Faye and our forty-five year friendship. I was lucky to be her friend and she was literally friends with everyone she met. I’m going to post a link to a Danny Schmidt/Carrie Elkin song that I would want played at my funeral. It’s perfect for a tribute to Amanda Faye Collins.


Company of Friends:


Tennessee State Fair 09/16/17


Irish Picnic 2017

I haven't posted anything in a long time, so here are a few images from the 163rd Irish Picnic benefitting St. Patrick's School in McEwen Tennessee. They have been doing this since 1854.


First Monday Photos


Photo of the Month August 2016

Monday August 1, 2016 we broke the record for attendance at the first Monday of the Month 6:00pm dinner at the IHOP. we had 41 people show up crushing the old record of 33. 

Our regular waitress, Stephanie has moved on to another job, but Robin and her friends took good care of us. If I was waiting tables at the IHOP and had a group of 41 people show up I would have to go to the manager and resign my position!

So here is the limited edition IHOP print from the night the record was broken:




Goodwill Store on Charlotte Pike 06/29/16


Photo of the month June 2016


Siam Cafe