One of the first conversations I had with J.R. on my first day at the TFP was the issue of Soddy-Daisy, Tenn.
Soddy-Daisy is a semi-small town about 20 miles north of Chattanooga. It was formed in 1969 when the city of SODDY and the city of DAISY merged. Hence the name, Soddy-Daisy. I go there occasionally on assignment. Today was one of those days. So when I asked J.R. about how well the SD High School gym was lit, he quickly realized that I had forgotten whether he was a SODDY or a DAISY. That’s when he grabbed me by the ear, dragged me over to the map, and proceeded to beat my head against the wall repeatedly as he explained the difference between Soddy…and Daisy.
That’s exactly like it happened.
But here’s where I get unclear – it seems, as in J.R.’s case, that those old enough to remember when there was a Soddy AND a Daisy have very strong opinions about the one in which they are not from. For instance, if you ask J.R. if he is from Soddy, he will shoot you a bird.
Or wait…was it Daisy?
Either way. That’s the story of Soddy-Daisy.
J.R., Staff Photographer at the Chattanooga Times Free Press, nearly goes nutty Thursday morning as he points to the individual regions of Soddy and Daisy, who merged in 1969 into the town now known as Soddy-Daisy. J.R., a native of Daisy, will most certainly yell at any individual that confuses the two.
J.R., Staff Photographer at the Chattanooga Times Free Press, calms down after a fit he pitched Thursday morning after photo intern, Ashlee Culverhouse, confused the two regions of Soddy and Daisy. J.R. entertains “double E” on a daily basis with his bad jokes and even worse puns.