The apple. The glorious, red, round apple.

"In a couple of years, we'll be going in to our seventh decade -we're very excited about that - but our scope is still artist centered, always remembering that we are founded by artists, we give artists their first opportunities to show here, we cultivate relationships with artists. Some artists have started here at the beginning of their career and come back, triumphant. That's really at the heart of what we do."

The Smallest Church in America, "where folks rub elbows with God," caught fire Saturday and is under investigation as an arson.

The chair itself is wooden, painted white and red-orange and has little stairs that help you up, begging you to sit on it. So I did. Took a couple of selfies. Enjoyed the sunshine I hadn't seen for nearly a week. Waved at a few more passing cars. Had a grand ole time.

Rock City, on Lookout Mountain, is about three hours away from Gainesville and on the edge of the state line, but the drive had some beautiful views of the mountains along the way and it was worth it. We left early on a Saturday morning, stopped and had lunch, and still had plenty of time for the sites.

In honor of Halloween, I wanted to focus on some places I've been, and plan to go, that are just a little spooky.

I began to love Old Joe just for the sake of it. I love public art, and he's a great example of fine craftsmanship . Someone put love into that soldier, not just a commission. But I really appreciated him when I learned about the Tornado of '36.

I'll be honest, I've never, not once, thought about what happens when two oceans meet. At least, not until I went to the Eastern Continental Divide monument in Duluth.