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Sunday Ramblings

My head and heart is stuffed plum full this morning. If you are anything like me, you catch a dust particle and whip up a storm. 

Demolition, January 20, 2017

A two hour drive south, to find America’s best bbq, turned into a history lesson. Louisville KY is exploding, literally and figuratively, with excitement. It may not be a “cosmopolitan” giant but boasts architecture, antiques, restaurants, history and a fascination that has me dreaming of returning with my “other” camera!! 

“Belle” of Louisville
Spirit of Ohio River
A clue to this area’s history…

Luckily, I had a phone camera to take notes. I first noticed the rows of houses on 3rd Street, Old Louisville, and pieced dawning answers into “What is her story?” There are fleur-de-lis on the street signs and the notable mixed in with the modern. 

Market Street
Duly noted!
Another clue!
I am blessed with a patient travel companion who allows me to run with an idea…🙃💛  Our conversation on the way home began with a Louisville history search on google and ended contemplating Helen Keller and eugenics. Yeah, they meld…🗝💡

And yes! my better half was successful in finding a bbq meal to live for. 👏🏻😉

2 thoughts on “Sunday Ramblings

  1. I love the opening lines of this piece. What caught my attention was America’s best bbq. That topic is funny to me because so many places like memphis, texas, south carolina, etc… claim America’s best bbq.

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    1. 😄👍🏻 agree! An interesting thing about food is the regional branding and there is truly a distinct taste to welcome…to everyone’s particular taste!! Cheers!!


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