Time warp

For lunch we went to Reno's Steakhouse. I ordered a beer only to find that on a election day in this town, you cannot be served spirits until 6 pm. The waitress responded in some serious twang, "'Parently in this hick town, politicians have been known to buy people's votes with liquor." Well, I declare!

Kentucky feels like a time warp. The parts I've seen seem a throw back to what I remember growing up with in the 80s. Neighborhoods of kids, nobody all that wealthy. Bad hair. Worse fashion. A t.v. in every house, if you were lucky, anyway. And then there were some things I didn't expect perse. Trailer parks plentiful. And on the side of major highways. As though that were your front yard. And still, I'm not sure how anyone pays for anything. It's industrial, looks like mine country. The local gas station had 4 pumps out of service, and those working had no automatic cut-off mechanism. An older gentleman was pumping away until the lady in the box hollered over the system, "Sir! Your car's leakin'!" And at these gas prices...ouch!

Into the dark

The drive was so dark, the scenery obscured in the night sky. A big city far and away, the sky is like onyx, obsidian,. Beautiful and like an egg speckled only with stars. A great deal of rain joined in once we hit Pennsylvania, on through Maryland and into West Virginia. Heather is a new driver as well, equipped with a learner's permit and a bit of experience. She took the wheel in West Virginia, which turned out to be mostly pitch black dark, curvy mountain roads that only truckers use. Yikes! Well, I guess we all face tests in life.

An eleven hour drive through the night, we were zombies once we finally reached Kentucky at daybreak. The hills covered in changing leaves, the view was gorgeous. The gang we visited stay in cabins on the side of a mountain. A lake, tons of trees, and deer. That's the neighborhood. Wow. How different from my daily life.

Kentucky-bound

We left for Kentucky this evening. Heather & I in Hyundai. Ten years ago, the car maker's rep was such a joke. But apparently they're making some decent cars nowadays. For me, the tush warmers made all the difference in the Acera. Wait. Isn't that the name of the shuttle from NYC to DC? And who's in charge of car names anymore? The Escalade? It's almost a step up but not quite. The Aztec? Is it built of adobe? The Prius? Seems intrusive, no? Anyhow...leather seats in the Hyundai, fine, nice, sunroof, excellent, although chilly. But the tush warmer, now that's a feature! They're also great for pranks. Talk about putting someone in the hot seat!!