Back in the day, this was J. Fred Johnson’s headquarters. When I did this, Arcata was there. It houses city offices now.
When I got out of the Air Force and back from Germany in 1967, this was the only place in Kingsport that had pants close to the bell bottoms I saw all over the place in Europe. The pants I bought here looked like mattress ticking and didn’t have back pockets, but, hey, I was forward fashion!