Fall 2010 is one of those rare years when Nashville men can relish the fact that their uniquely Southern variation on traditional “prep” dressing is now being appreciated (and appropriated) by men everywhere. Should we rejoice or lament in the fact that other men are stealing our Music City style?

I am one of those—a person who simply lives to travel. Visual learning through new experiences, including but not limited to fresh scenery, interesting people, abundant wildlife, unexplored historical sites and art of every genre, drive my desire to g-g-g-o-o-o. My friends often remark that I only have to be told where to be when and I’m there. Yet, I do actually have a few preferences and one general overall rule: I like to visit refreshingly cool places in the summer and toasty locales in the winter. You’ll rarely find me on a ski slope in December when I can be on a pristine, palm tree-populated beach with billowing clouds and sunny skies overhead, instead. Likewise, I’ve never understood the notion of traveling to scorching hot, sweat-inducing, humidity laden territory in July because, well, one could just as easily remain in Middle Tennessee, if that’s the experience one was seeking