Kentucky… I neeeed a driiink a niiiiice cooold oooone…..

Kentucky…to Tennessee…

  We drove across the Mississippi River in the dark last night, which was a shame because I would have like to have seen it in the day time but, We could see all the huge ships lit up. The fact that a river could be so big was shocking. The earth is amazing. We did not see much of Kentucky in the day light. The first town we pulled into though seemed like it was really clean and nice and had beautiful homes. We drove till about 11:00 and pulled into a KOA on lake Barkley. Its a beautiful campground where you can park right on the lake. We were so tired I fell asleep quickly. 

  This morning we met our first person from Kentucky. A friendly man on a three wheel bike pulled up and saw our license plates and just decided to chat. He was very nice and I liked his accent. As we were talking two dinosaur like fly things flew up and landed on the screen. He informed us “ those are horse flies.. they’ll bite the sheeeeet out of ya..” It sounded so funny when he said it in that southern drawl. I suppose by the end of the weekend I will have this drawl also.  I have a habit of imitating accents I’m around. Once when I was fourteen I worked at Baskin Robbins. An old man came in with a hole in his throat and he had one of those voice boxes held up to the hole to talk. He said in a very gravely struggling voice “Id like a scoop….. of…. butter pecan.” I had never seen this before and was shocked by it. I stared back at him and with the same gravely struggled voice said. “ Would you like a plain…. cone or a sugar… cone?” His eyes looked shocked and I think mine did too. I didn’t intend to imitate him, it just happened. I lied and told him I had laryngitis isn’t that a coincidence? I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

  So I wont be surprised if I suddenly says “ Idddd liiiike a why-sk-y and coke please…”

   Jimmie takes great pleasure in reminding me how I wasn’t  afraid of the heat and kept telling him how much I love the heat. I thought I loved heat, its true. He would annoy me by telling me what I like and don’t like. 

  I had never experienced humidity before. By the time I finish my first cup of coffee I am like a sweaty hog.  So Jimmie loves to laugh and rub it in when he sees me relentlessly sweating and complaining I am so hot. In turn I  love seeing him shudder in his britches every time a bug flies by. Usually its me who hates bugs and I still do, but I really like seeing him squeal like a little girl and jump like a frog.

  Looking forward to hearing some great music in Nashville tonight.