Brownlee Currey entered the Nashville Banner newsroom en route to his office with the quick-striding yet delicate confidence of an expert tennis player sizing up a drop shot at the net. In the last days of the old-time newspaper milieu of shouted commands, strong black coffee, cigarette-smoke haze and whiskey bottles hidden deep in desk drawers, Brownlee wore dapper custom suits and invariably had a smile on his face. Smiling! And we’re on deadline! Brownlee O. Currey Jr. — who died this year at age 91, followed several months later by the passing of his beloved wife Agneta — didn’t fit the mold of chairman and co-owner of an aggressive afternoon city daily. Brownlee kept a New York Stock Exchange ticker machine in his office, and he often checked the paper tape spewing from it. He came from old Nashville money and added to the family fortune, thanks in part to millions reaped from the