|Chuck Byrn and I on the Lotz House porch|
I hang a right into a small park, passing cannons marking a U.S. Army artillery position, foundation stones of the old Fountain Carter cotton gin, and brilliantly colored trees just showing off. Then I spot a pipe-smoking dude in a vest, checkered shirt, and blue jeans.
|Chuck Byrn often communes with the spirits |
in this park in Franklin, Tenn.
“I love this place,” he says as we stare at hallowed ground. This is where Byrn often comes to commune with the spirits.
Besides the Civil War, Byrn and I share a common heritage.
“You know I’m 2.6 percent Ashkenazi Jew,” I tell him as we walk to the Lotz House.” At least that’s what my 23andMe DNA test says.
At the Lotz House, 75 yards or so behind the Union line, Byrn waves me inside. He shows off a six-pound solid shot unearthed in the side yard with several others and invites me to look around. In a corner, under Plexiglas, stands a large cooking pot containing 10,000 Minies, found years ago by a relic hunter. I wonder who counted ‘em.
Outside, on the Lotz porch, Byrn and I shoot selfies and enjoy small talk. Then he greets guests from the comfort of a wooden bench and takes several tokes on his pipe.
“Flip that sign around to ‘Open,’” he tells a man from Colorado. Then I bid Chuck goodbye.
“I need to get back to Fort Granger.”
“I love that place,” he says.
You might read more about Byrn in my book, “A Civil War Road Trip Of A Lifetime,” coming spring 2023. 🙏
Let’s keep history alive. 👊
|In a small park along the Columbia Pike in Franklin, Tenn., a cannon marks a U.S. Army artillery position. |
The stony path marks the line of Union earthworks.
|Foundation stones of wartime Fountain Carter cotton gin — the site of intense fighting |
on Nov. 30, 1864.