by David Armstrong, 9.11.11, San Francisco Chronicle
The first time I saw Kentucky I was behind the wheel of a car. I was in a hurry. I was leaving New York state, bound for California, and as I drove cross-country with my worldly goods, the vastness of America blended into a blur of truck stops, toxic coffee and bleary-eyed days wiping bugs off the windshield. I didn’t even stop for gas in Kentucky, but something about the hopelessly pretty, lovingly manicured quality of the countryside stayed with me down the decades.
Just lately, I decided to revisit Kentucky, specifically the bluegrass region that wraps around Lexington, in the north-central part of the state. I want the full Southern monty without the drunks of New Orleans, the urban hell of Atlanta or the preciousness of Charleston or Savannah. I also want to avoid the climatic deep fryer of the Deep South. Kentucky, hovering on the edge of the Midwest, with a smooth blend of elegance and down-home charm, is an appealing alternative, especially in autumn and spring when the weather is fine…Read more at SFGate.com
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