So I just had what I think of as a very “Knoxville” moment. I’m coming back from the takeout pizza joint, which in another rather Knoxville moment, is called “PIZZA HOSS”, when I pull up at an intersection (on clinton highway, not far from the 50’s novelty-architecture tin biplane-shaped filling station that the preservationists are fixing up), and there’s a big dark blue diesel F350 pickup at the light, and he is, as they say, …