Broadway is pretty fun. My wife always gets mad at me when we go there because the bars do not close until 3:00 am (That is only 1:00 pm on my West Coast body clock). Her dad grew up on a hardscrabble farm outside a tiny town, McEwen, about 55 miles west of Nashville, so I have seen Nashville change a lot in the last 25 years. When her father was growing up in the late thirties, forties and early fifties, he never had two nickels to rub together. His family was still using horses to farm after WWII. Now all these years later the land, still in the family, owned by my wife's cousins is worth some money because of Nashville's growth. Her dad should have never sold his share to his twin brother.