After sleeping off the Carolina loss in Nashville, we drove north an hour and a half or so, into Kentucky.
It was a rainy day, perfect for Elvis' "Kentucky Rain" which played us over the state line.
We returned to our old Kentucky home to show Fisher his 'Tucky, as he calls it.
He was born in Glasgow, Kentucky and holds this heritage dear.
Kentucky is a beautiful place with lots of open air and rolling hills... there is a feeling of quiet and security in the towns where we dwelt. Sometimes, when I imagine simplifying my life, the backdrop is Kentucky- where we never had to lock the doors and our landlord stopped by with fresh cucumbers and tomatoes on a regular basis. I still have a lot of cherished friends there.
Kentucky is a beautiful place with lots of open air and rolling hills... there is a feeling of quiet and security in the towns where we dwelt. Sometimes, when I imagine simplifying my life, the backdrop is Kentucky- where we never had to lock the doors and our landlord stopped by with fresh cucumbers and tomatoes on a regular basis. I still have a lot of cherished friends there.
We took Fisher to "his" hospital. All of the kids got to see the third floor, Labour & Delivery-- the setting for one of their favorite stories that Clay tells... "Kelly: The loudest girl on Floor 3"
(I had Fisher without the benefit of medicinal support as he arrived so quickly)
It was fun to see all the spots that make the area unique- the Tee Pee hotel, Yogi Bear's campground and several large dinosaurs amongst the kids favorite, of course.
Our little town has grown- there were all sorts of new businesses and restaurants...but for all the change, the place is every bit the same.
A good quality in my book.