WENT TO SEE ANDY HUFF
One night he and I went up to see Andy Huff, who owns the big Mountain View Hotel. They are direct competitors, but they’re old friends too. We sat and gabbed with Andy for an hour or so, and then Andy drove us home.
“How you standing the cooking down at the Riverside?” Andy Huff asked me.
“Well the cooking’s all right,” I said, “but the owner kind of gets on my nerves.”
“I don’t wonder,” said Andy Huff. “When you get all you can stand of it, check out and come down to my hotel.”
So I said I guess we’d stick it out this time, but I’d stay with Andy the next trip.
But next morning Uncle Steve had another solution figured out. He said:
“If you stay at the Mountain View next time, Rel Maples and me will be sore. If you stay at the Gatlinburg Inn, me and Andy Huff will be sore. If you stay here again, the other two will be sore. So I guess I’ll just have to build a fourth hotel before you get back, so you can have a place to stay.”
I think it would be nice if Uncle Steve built a hotel and gave it to me to run. I don’t know nothin’ about nothin’ either, very much. So I’d be bound to make a success.