Kentucky: a neighborhood stroll

Then we stretched our legs in an adjacent neighborhood. The frayed ribbon of tarmac was flanked by dilapidated houses smartened up with wind chimes and ringer washing machines on their porches. Danny and I briefly discussed a career move to this peaceful pocket of the country. Danny could become, say, a propane salesman and I could decorate our windowsills with horse knickknacks from the Family Dollar.

But even as we were dreaming these dreams, grease-gray clouds marched in over the honeysuckle-smothered telephone poles and big, fat rain drops splattered around us. We were pretty sure the sky was falling on our heads, though Chicken Licken was unavailable to confirm it (Family Bucket $16.99. Supersize for 3.99 and get Henny Penny too). So we scooped up Sam, dashed for the vehicle, and hit the road.

The next morning very early, we crossed the Ohio River and into The North....