Tonight, I sat at a favorite bar in a brand new boutique hotel in downtown Franklin, Tennessee, named after the same river that meanders east, west, north and south throughout Williamson County—the Harpeth. After a few choice cocktails, I had to make a quick exist to the lady’s room. As I peered in the mirror, I took note of a book being read over the intercom. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was, although clearly a southern novel of some heft. After returning to the bar, I asked the young bartender what was featured in the ladies’ (and I