My daughter, London, is becoming quite the comedienne. She is working on her comedic timing, delivery and even a poker face. One of her more recent comments struck me funny. She offered this one while we were exploring Pigeon Forge on the night we arrived. We walked past a Cracker Barrel sign and she said, “Look Daddy! That man is Pineapple John!” I laughed hysterically wondering if it would lose its country appeal if he really were Pineapple John. I always thought his name was Old White Guy.