Retrospective Dos
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
One thing you will most likely never find in any town north of the Ohio River is a flower-man. Knoxville has a flower man, also known as Taylor. Not one night out on the town in either Market Square or Old City will go without the pleasant whiff of Taylor’s bouquet of roses. His roses come in all colors, scents and sizes and wander around prettily throughout the night as romantics and drunks alike purchase them.
Even towns that have a “flower man,” are not experiencing the same special openness, wisdom and essential friendship that can be found by knowing Taylor the flower man. Nights out since I’ve left Knoxville are not the same.









