My grandparents owned a restaurant in the 1950's on Nashville's lower Broadway, about a block from the Ryman Auditorium- - -home of the Grand Ole Opry for many years. They lived in one of the upstairs rooms in the building, and rented several sleeping rooms on the two upper stories by the night. One morning my grandmother was standing in her room wearing undergarments and a slip, and ironing her work uniform for her upcoming shift at the restaurant, when a tenant decided to make a pass at her. She unplugged the iron she was using, chased him down the stairs with it, and pursued him for a block down Broadway before he managed to get away. Tough- - - -you bet!
