Avon’s Chattanooga Man
Avon, a tiny old village founded in the late 1700’s was well known to me, at least by name, as I wobbled through the town center. As a student at the University of Chattanooga a unique looking young man with snow white skin would always announce “I am from Avon in New York”. Those of us who grew up close to New York City were wary that such a place even existed and swore that one day we would find the place and if it was real make a visit. Today was my day.