An English In Kentucky


















July 26th 2010    Tim Candler

    Not everyday a person drives to the largest town in his State.   And given the slower pace of his own county it should only be expected that he return home shattered and about twenty five years older.  

   It's the traffic.  It's the traffic patterns.  And it is the speed at which other road users prefer to travel.    I suppose everyone knows where they are going, which makes them impatient with those of us who obey speed limits but who have no idea where we are going.

    Quite certain I ruined the morning and evening commute for several road users.  I picture them at home or at their place of employment shouting briefly before subsiding into more ordinary things.

     But so much more exciting is the bloom of Wax Gourd. 

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