First off, let me say that I normally do not write reviews unless there are special or extenuating circumstances to precipitate spending the time and energy to do so.
A few weeks ago, my wife and I are migrating back to Wisconsin, as we are just one of thousands of snow birds that engage in this annual ritual. It seems the older I get, the less tolerant I am to the frigid temperatures of the Wisconsin winters.

So we stop a bit north of Nashville, Tennessee at a park we have previously stayed, the Nashville Country, RV Park, which coincidentally is either being converted to, or is now a KOA campground.
The park is well kept and has all of the usual conveniences and necessities you will find at your nicer campgrounds, except for a few of the staff.

Check in was pleasant, the young lady in the office was nice and very polite. We were given instructions to our site; we planned on a three day stay. 
We had no more than found our spot when one of the most friendly, polite, and helpful staff member I have ever met, at any campground, helped us get situated and hooked up. This gentleman introduced himself as Gene. He made certain we had everything setup to perfection, and said if we need anything at all, he is always around to lend a hand. This man is worth his weight in gold to the owner/operators of this park.

I say this because the next day, we had a bit of an issue with the TV cable connection. After fiddling with it myself for a while at the connection pole, having no luck, I had noticed another staff member riding around the park on a motor mule. I finally was able to flag him down and explained the problem. As he listened, he seemed more interested in his bottle of chocolate milk than my minor issue. 
He said he would return in a “while” to look at the problem. 
An hour goes by, then two. I can see this guy riding around the park on his four wheeler smoking cigarettes, and basically doing nothing else. He had time for that, surely he could spare five minutes to do what he said he would. Three hours had passed, cigarette man was driving by and I flagged him down for the second time to ask about the TV cable. 
He said, and I quote, “I will get to it when I get to it”. We considered unhooking and leaving. This guy is an ass.

A few minutes later, we saw the friendly guy Gene walking thru the campground. He smiles and says hi then asks if we are having a good day. I asked if he knew about TV cable and just told him the TV went fuzzy.

It took him all of ten minutes to assess the problem and fix the issue. 

If and when we decide to stay there again, it will be because of dedicated, friendly, and polite staff like Gene. That other guy, cigarette man, should take a few lessons on being friendly and polite from his co-workers.
