Monday, October 31, 2011

Halloween Street

I know what you’re thinking. Another Halloween post? It’s the 31st, so indulge me. I've really been impressed with the variety and quality of Halloween-centric activities in Louisville.

We all know how wonderful the Highlands are, but there are lots of other cool neighborhoods in Louisville. Crescent Hill is one of them. It lies less than 5 miles from downtown, and is bound, roughly, by Lexington Road, Brownsboro Road, Ewing Avenue, and Cannons Lane. Frankfort Avenue runs down the middle of Crescent Hill, and is lined with unique, locally owned shops and restaurants. A few of our personal favorites are Carmichael's Bookstore (the original store is located on one of the hottest corners in the Highlands), the charming Crescent Hill library, El Mundo for margaritas and F.A.B.D. for barbecue and suds. The tree-lined streets that run off of Frankfort Avenue are filled with beautiful Victorian homes and cozy bungalows.

This time of year, Hillcrest Avenue, which runs between Frankfort Avenue and Brownsboro Road in Crescent Hill, is known as Halloween Street. For the past 20 years, this 3 block stretch has boasted the most elaborate Halloween decorations in Louisville. We decided to check it out and see if it lived up to the hype. It did. Halloween Street is something every Louisvillian remotely interested in the holiday should see. The houses had everything from simple, but giant, blow up pumpkins and witches to completely over-the-top graveyards, complete with coffins, vaults, and gargoyles. Other themed yards included horror movie icons (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Myers), Area 51, The Wizard of Oz, and a sweet take on It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. My son's favorite was The Nightmare Before Christmas yard. We went during the day, primarily because our children are so young and we didn't want them to be scared. I can't wait until they are old enough to go at night and even trick-or-treat on Halloween Street.

Here are some shots of the spooky displays:

I hope everyone has a great Halloween. Be safe & don't eat too much candy!

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Friday, October 28, 2011

Ale 8?

I had never really heard of Ale-8 (formally ale-8-1) growing up in Central Kentucky. Maybe I heard it mentioned here and there, but I never really knew of its cult-like following.

I moved to Lexington, Kentucky to attend college and was instantly made aware of Ale-8. What was this mystery drink? Was it an alcoholic beverage? Was it some strange concoction of potions? I had no idea!

I decided one day to purchase Ale-8 at the Kroger on Euclid Avenue (that Kroger could probably have its own blog post). I learned from several people that you can't drink Ale-8 from cans, you must drink it from the old school long neck bottles.

At this point I was expecting it to taste like butterflies, rainbows, and gold all bottled up! I took my first sip and waited for the magic to happen. Meh. I remember thinking, "is this what people are so obsessed with?" Personally, I just wasn't a fan.

So what is the mystery drink that so many Kentuckians are obsessed with? Ale-8 was formulated and invented in Winchester, Kentucky by G.L. Wainscott in 1926. It is a form of gingerale, but made with more caffeine and less calories. Perhaps the caffeine aspect is why so many people love it?

Ale-8 definitely has a cult-like following in Kentucky, especially around Lexington. I can remember seeing a facebook group as a college Junior that was titled, "Ale-8 PLEASE HOOK TO MY VEINS".

Ale-8 is mixed with one of the several Kentucky Bourbons to make a signature drink, "The Kentucky Cocktail". Perhaps I could get down with that.

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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Kentucky Places: Rupp Arena

Nothing embodies the spirit of Downtown Lexington like Rupp Arena.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Commonwealth's Spookiest College

Transylvania.  Is that a vampire college?


Ok, now we've got that out of the way.  Lexington's Transylvania University -- the two hundred thirty-one year-old private liberal arts college nestled in the oldest part of downtown -- is the alma mater of actor Ned Beatty , Supreme Court Justice John Marshall Harlan, and  author James Lane Allen.  It's also where Sarah and I both earned our undergraduate degrees. 

Transylvania University was founded in 1780.  Kentucky was still part of Virginia, and Bram Stoker's legendary vampire novel wouldn't be written for another one hundred seventeen years.  Transylvania Seminary, as its earliest Boyle County incarnation was known, took its name from the short-lived Transylvania Colony.  Both the colony and the Romanian region derived their names from the Latin for "across the woods."

When I was selecting a college, I chose Transy for its small class size and its remarkably high acceptance rates to professional schools.  As a Transy student, I was less than amused by all the vampire crap.  Puns and cheesy jokes have never really been my thing.  The only problem  is that the college itself has embraced its spooky ties.  Transylvania -- the one on North Broadway -- does Halloween remarkably well.

The Curse plays a big role in Transy's connection to the macabre. Professor Constantine Samuel Rafinesque, who taught at Transy from 1819-26, was widely regarded as both a genius and a trouble-maker.  Teaching Italian and French as well as his field of expertise, Botany, Rafinesque was responsible for the discovery of thousands of genera of plants and hundreds of Native American sites.  He even briefly served as the University's librarian.  By all accounts, though, he was an erratic and arrogant lecturer.  He seldom showed up for class, and he argued with his colleagues constantly. And he may or may not have had a fling with the University President's wife.  When he was finally let go from the University faculty in 1826, the last words he uttered were "Damn thee and thy school as I place a curse upon you."

A professor is legit buried in here, y'all.
Now, my twenty year-old self may not have wanted to admit it, but that's some creepy stuff.  Even creepier is the fact that Rafinesque was originally buried in a pauper's grave, but a century later,  his remains were  moved to the basement of Old Morrison, Transylvania's administration building.  That's right.  You meet with the Dean and register for classes right over a tomb. As if meeting with the Dean and registering for classes aren't already scary enough.

Over the years, Transy has played up the Rafinesque stuff quite a bit.  Every year, a group of Freshmen are selected to spend the night in Raf's Tomb.  Even the campus grill is cleverly known as the Rafskeller. (Best hangover food ever, y'all. Or so I've been told...)

Fall 1999
Transy Kids take Halloween seriously.
When your college shares a name with the ancestral home of the vampires and just happens to be cursed , then I suppose it's only natural that you go ahead and turn Halloween into an event.  Sarah reminded me of the annual costume contest in the Transy cafeteria, as seen in the photo at right.  This year, Transylvania is taking it one step further, hosting a Pumpkin Mania event  this weekend in which an anticipated 1,000 Jack-o'-lanterns will illuminate the steps of Old Morrison.

I guess Transylvania's history is a little bit spooky, given the tombs and curses.  And, it'll certainly have the Halloween spirit going when Pumpkin Mania lights up Gratz Park.  Still, as an alumna whose interest in the school spans nearly two decades, I've never once seen a vampire there.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

In Photos: Autumn in the EKY

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Monday, October 24, 2011

Calipari Corn Maze

Y'all know how (most of) us Kentuckians are all about basketball, right? This past weekend, I got inside Coach John Calipari's head.

Hubs and I ventured out to the Lexington Corn Maze at Kelley Farms. It was a beautiful fall day, and since we never have a weekend off together, we got out of the house for a few hours.

The corn maze is about 10 acres, and once you're in it, you wonder if you'll find your way out! Thankfully, my husband was paying attention to the map and led us through the beginner and advanced mazes without incident. In addition to the awesome maze, the insanely delicious aroma of funnel cakes and kettle corn were in the air. There was a pumpkin patch, corn hole, and duck races (little rubber duckies you try to race by pumping water behind them- I totally beat my hubs). I also experienced my first hayride ever, which was quite enjoyable. Also- goats! They were so cute. I also got to try to lasso a fake steer. I failed miserably - apparently I'm not cowgirl material.

If you're near Lexington, I encourage you to go check out the maze. We had a great time, and agreed it was the perfect way to spend a fall Kentucky day. They're open Wednesday-Saturday until October 29. Check out their website or Facebook page for more information.

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Friday, October 21, 2011

I Don't Get It: Derby Infield

Today, we kick off a new series titled: "I Don't Get It." Each Friday, one of us will each share one traditional Kentucky element that just doesn't make sense to us. With a group of such diverse and opinionated belles, this is sure to be interesting!

Drunk people, obnoxious college students, girls flashing everyone, and mud wrestling.

No, I'm not talking about Bonnaroo or Mardi Gras, I'm talking about the infield at Churchill Downs during the Kentucky Derby.

When I think "Derby," I think of wealthy people, celebrities (although more B and C- list than A-list), mint juleps, fine bourbon, pretty dresses, and fabulous hats. The singing of "My Old Kentucky Home" is robust and full of state pride, whether you're a lifelong Kentuckian or just in town for the day. Even those who don't know the words try to fake it. For those few minutes, my Kentucky heart swells with pride.

This just doesn't match up:
image via Churchill Downs
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As a state (um, Commonwealth), we already have stigmas of overalls and shoeless feet. When I see the coverage of the Derby on TV, and they cut to the bead-wearing, mud-covered, keg-standing flashers, it's like I'm watching what happens in the hours before filming a Girls Gone Wild video.

When I do Derby, count me among the ones who will get dolled up and pretend like I'm a classy southern lady with a fabulous hat and a genuine interest in the horses - not one of the flashers in the infield.

Have you ever done Derby infield? Am I being a judgmental stick-in-the-mud?
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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Kentucky Places: The Balconies Overlooking Keeneland's Paddock

Via State-Journal.
On Keeneland's second floor, just off the Sports Bar, lie a series of balconies that can tell a million Lexington stories.  They are among my very favorite Kentucky places.

Yes, it would be easier to just say that Keeneland itself is one of my favorite places.  That would be a true, true statement.  But the thing about Keeneland is that there are so many different worlds within the track.  There's the everyday folks, dressed down and hanging out by the track.  There's the college crowd, dressed for church or a fraternity semi-formal, in the Sports Bar and the Equestrian Room.  There are the professionals taking in meetings and working lunches in the upstairs dining rooms.  And then there's the Clubhouse crowd, enjoying a more subdued, members-only atmosphere.  
Via Shedrow.

Most of the time, the worlds never meet.  You go through an elaborate ritual of text messages and near-misses to find a friend who's enjoying a very different day at a different part of the track.  But the second-floor balconies provide an equalizer of sorts.  You'll see many romantic assignations go down on those balconies. You often watch business deals take shape.  You see suit-clad professional types sneak a smoke, while true horse enthusiasts strain to get a better look at the magnificent creatures that will soon be racing.  In a lot of ways, it's a microcosm of Lexington itself- college town meets horse town, rural meets urban.

via Keeneland.
For my money, the balcony on the farthest left (just off the betting windows) is the preferred spot.  It's the most scenic.  It sees the most action.  And, it always seems to have a roomful of people on constant watch to find a vacant spot.  But, no matter which balcony you find yourself standing upon, you'll always have a great view.
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Unpopular Opinions

My mother isn't a sports fan.  

Repping the Big Blue, late 70s.
It's kind of crazy, really.  My daddy used to be a basketball coach, as was his daddy before him.  My beau and I live and breathe UK basketball and football. My brother is an obsessive fan of both of those Cincinnati pro teams.  Any time my family gets together, the conversation turns to sports, sports, and more  sports.  There's at least one person sporting a team logo at any given time, while my  poor mother fakes her way through it.

Music City Bowl, 2007
And so, we find ourselves in late October.  I'm, as you can well imagine, obsessed with the upcoming basketball season, one in which we have the potential to win it all.  I'm studying up on Coach Cal's latest Dream Team and counting the days until the season starts.  Yesterday, my mom hit me with an odd query: "The news keeps referencing a potential new stadium. That seems kind of extravagant in the current economic climate, doesn't it?"

I own a lot of Kentucky shirts.
I immediately answered her with all of the pros and cons of Lexington's great arena debate.  I presented the economic benefits that potentially exist for the University and for the city.  I tried to frame it in reference to the campaign platforms of mayoral candidates.  But, ultimately, my answer came down to recruiting.  I want my team -- my grad school alma mater-- to succeed.  That's my number one agenda item.  And if first-class facilities are the key to another title, then facilities are what I want, whether refurbished or rebuilt.  I realized that the conversation between my mother and me wasn't about an information exchange.  It was a bigger-picture debate among Kentuckians: those of us who live for basketball, and the quiet minority who don't. 

Unpopular opinions are something that we here at Her Kentucky have been talking about quite a bit lately.  We've been discussing many of the Kentucky traditions that one or more of us just don't get.  Burgoo, mint juleps, hot browns, Ale-8, even my beloved Kentucky basketball.  Just because we're all Kentuckians, we don't all love "Kentucky things."

Over the next few weeks, Her Kentucky will bring you a series of blog entries about unpopular opinions.  We'll be discussing some of the Kentucky traditions that fall short of our expectations.  We'll give you some ideas that you don't quite see in the travel brochures.  We'll most likely drop  the phrase "there, I said it" a time or two. 

Until then, we'd love to hear any unpopular opinions y'all may have.  

What Kentucky traditions fall short of expectations for you?

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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

In Photos: Abraham Lincoln's Birthplace

First, let's clear something up. Abraham Lincoln was born in Kentucky - making Kentucky the Land of Lincoln. So, no matter what other states might say (Illinois) we gave Abraham Lincoln to the world.

I am a bit of an Abraham Lincoln fanatic. However, despite my obsession, I had somehow managed to go my entire life without visiting his birthplace. I had passed it a thousand times on my way between Paducah and Lexington but had just never stopped.

Of course, nothing motivates a Type A personality like myself quite like a To Do List - so I finally made a visit last Spring. It is a beautiful place, but the historical significance of a "similar" cabin enshrined in a big ole temple leaves a bit to be desired...I don't want to hear it, Illinois.

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Monday, October 17, 2011


I have a confession to make: I’m a horror junkie. I am an educated professional. I drive a Volvo with preposterously gigantic Britax car seats for my two kids. I wear Clark’s. But my favorite movie of all time is Halloween (fun fact: John Carpenter grew up in Bowling Green…his dad was a professor at WKU), I never miss the odd holiday Twilight Zone marathons, and I count Richard Matheson, Ray Bradbury and Shirley Jackson as some of my very favorite writers. Really, my mom’s to blame for all of this. The first horror movie I remember seeing is The House of Wax – the 1953 version, with Vincent Price. I was probably around 8 years old, and my mom let me stay up late one weekend to watch it. I was both terrified and fascinated. I immediately demanded to watch more. Elvira, Mistress of the Dark and all those old B horror movies she hosted dominated my Saturday nights as a kid. My parents were not the sort to dictate what books I could read (thank goodness), so Stephen King novels were a staple for a large part of my childhood and teenage years. Needless to say, I’m a sucker for Halloween.

When it comes to pumpkins, there is only one place to go if you live in Louisville: Huber’s . A few things: Joe Huber’s Family Farm isn’t actually in Kentucky; it’s in Starlight, Indiana. Huber’s is also way more than just a pumpkin patch. Over the last seven generations, it has expanded from a simple family farm to include a winery, a restaurant, a petting zoo, a farmer’s market, a gift shop, do-your-own apple and berry picking, and a venue for birthday parties, corporate events, and even weddings. In October, it morphs into a Halloween wonderland. Sure, there’s a wagon ride out to pick your pumpkins. There are other wagon rides to go feed the animals and to explore a corn maze. You can fish, take a wild golf cart ride through the woods, or ride a pony. You won’t find better home cooking away from home than at Huber’s. Even the grill line outside has a pot of the chicken and dumplings!

My hometown has the Halloween spirit too. This weekend Main Street Costumes sponsored its first annual zombie walk in downtown Greenville to raise money for the Muhlenberg County Children’s Fund. For those of you who have never heard of or participated in a zombie walk, it’s basically an excuse to dress up like a zombie and walk around with other like-minded people. Sometimes it’s even for a good cause (in this case, $5 from every t-shirt sale and 100% of all donations went to MCCF), but it’s always fun. Over 1,000 people attended the zombie walk and there were over 350 zombies, including my son and nephew. You know I had to inject a little UK basketball fever into it – that’s a Duke bear Robert’s holding.

Happy Halloween, y’all.
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Friday, October 14, 2011

Celebrity Encounter at Fayette Mall

Oh, Kentucky-bred celebrities.

I'm not talking about the horses - I'm talking about the rich and famous! There's smart cookie Diane Sawyer, unofficial UK basketball cheerleader Ashley Judd, eternal bachelor George Clooney, and wife of McSteamy, The Noxzema Girl (aka Rebecca Gayheart). I don't know about you, but I think that's a whole lot of hotness coming out of this state.

So let me tell you a story about working in the mall. It ties together, I promise.

Fayette Mall is the largest mall in Lexington, and I think the second biggest in the state. In college, I worked at the mall in a little tiny kiosk - you know, the ones where the ladies chase you down and try to rub manicure stuff all over you? My kiosk had much less harassment involved - I changed watch batteries. During work hours, my eyes were usually cast down at my hands while I popped backs off watches and figured out what size they took.

On one late afternoon on a weekday, there were no watch batteries to replace. I polished the glass cases, drank a cherry Icee, and people-watched. I was gazing off into the distance staring towards Sears. I saw a couple who looked slightly out of place walking towards me. I suppose they could have blended into a crowd if there was one, but since the mall was pretty empty, I was noticing pretty much everyone. As they got closer, I racked my brain trying to figure out why one of them looked familiar. The female took a split second to turn her head to The Body Shop window, which was directly across from me. That split second gave me enough time to grab whatever piece of paper I could and whatever pen I could find. I approached the man from right outside my little kiosk.

"Excuse me, can I have your autograph?"
"Sure, what's your name?" he asked.
"Emily" I replied (how lame is that? not my name, but that I didn't say anything more)

He scribbled something on my paper and handed it back to me.

"Thank you" I said.
"No problem" dude replied.

He and the woman continued on towards Dillard's, totally unfazed, and I hopped back in the kiosk and stared at the paper - a frequent watch buyer card:
emily - all good - johnny deep 

There was no scene or commotion. Just me quietly asking Kentucky-bred Johnny Depp for an autograph, and him politely obliging. Seriously- he was so nice. The woman with him was his partner and baby momma - Vanessa Paradis. 

While I still harbor resentment towards anyone who goes to Fayette Mall around Christmas, I thank Johnny Depp for giving me a great memory of my little watch-battery-changing days.
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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Kentucky Places: An Ode to Wild Eggs

As any parent of little kids will tell you, breakfast is by far the easiest meal to handle in a restaurant. You avoid the pre-nap lunch crunch and the unpredictability of the witching hours leading up to bedtime. Kids are generally in a good mood (and hungry) in the morning, and breakfast offers a wide enough variety of food to satisfy even the pickiest eater. The chances of anyone begging for a chicken nugget are nil. I don’t want my kids eating deep fried processed chicken and french fries, but for some reason, when my 4-year-old devours a plateful of bacon and a 3-egg omelet drowning in goat cheese, I cheer a little on the inside. That brings us to Wild Eggs. Wild Eggs is a local breakfast chain owned by J.D. Rothberg and Shane Hall with three Louisville locations (J.D.’s brother Michael runs a fourth location in Denver, Colorado). It specializes in an upscale take on basic breakfast dishes like pancakes and omelets. Even the egg-centric d├ęcor is simple yet inventive. Glass cases display eggs in shades of white, brown, speckled and robin's egg blue above the crowded waiting bench.

Not only do kids wake up hungry, but they wake up early, especially on Saturday when there is no school and you desperately want to sleep late. Use this to your advantage, because your arrival time is critical. Get there much later than 8:30 and you may be in for quite a wait. First, the sweet: my kids are fans of The King Would Eat These, buttermilk pancakes layered with bananas, smothered in peanut butter syrup, and topped with chocolate chips and whipped cream. During my pregnancies, I craved pancakes, but otherwise my tastes run to savory over sweet for breakfast. However, my friends highly recommend the Crispy Hippie Crunch waffles, which are topped with house-made granola, berry compote, whipped cream, powdered sugar, and cinnamon. Wild Eggs is known, of course, for its eggs. If you love hollandaise sauce, I highly recommend the Creole omelet, which has almost as much andouille sausage and rock shrimp as eggs, but be prepared to take leftovers home with you. The Surfer Girl omelet is another favorite and makes me feel healthy since it is so chock-a-block full of veggies and topped with pico de gallo, chopped avocado and sprouts that I can almost pretend that there isn’t cream cheese in it. Every egg dish comes with an everything muffin - a heavenly blend of kosher salt, garlic, poppy and sesame seeds and cheddar cheese - and a choice of breakfast potatoes or grits (both are good, but I recommend the “special” grits, which are made with bacon). If you are so inclined, the Bloody Marys are divine.

Wild Eggs: I think I love you. Indeed.
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Harlan County, U.S.A.: My Love-Hate Relationship with Raylan Givens

via F/X Network.
Not long ago, I was emailing with a friend from Chicago when she asked my opinion of the F/X show Justified.  Specifically, she asked whether it was an accurate depiction of life in an Eastern Kentucky coal camp town.  Bless her heart, she wasn't in for the very long-winded tirade that I've spent two television seasons developing. The bitchy answer I sometimes provide to that question is that Matt and Trey did a far more accurate job portraying Southeastern Kentucky when Cartman traveled to Corbin to meet Colonel Sanders.  The longer, kinder answer is that few television shows have left me with a more conflicted set of emotions than Justified.  It's a fun show.  It's a well-done, old-school Western.  But it drives me utterly insane.
via Times-Tribune.

In case you aren't familiar, Justified is the story of U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, played by the always-handsome and awesomely-named Timothy Olyphant.  For some reason or another, Raylan gets in trouble at work and is punished through a reassignment that stations him in the Kentucky hometown he's tried to escape.  He's now based in the Lexington U.S. Marshal's office, and has been sent to clean up his hometown, Harlan.  The show is based on Elmore Leonard's novels Pronto and Riding the Rap, and the short story Fire in the Hole.

via Amazon.
Now, in my opinion, Elmore Leonard is outright fantastic at what he does, despite some of the memorable theatrical flops adapted from his work (The Big Bounce, anyone?).  He basically owns pulp fiction as we know it.  His dialogue is accessible and engaging.  He lands the reader squarely in the story's plot with little exposition needed.  But, Elmore Leonard is from Detroit.  He quite famously uses a researcher for information on his settings.  I've read that he chose Harlan County, a place he'd never visited, because it seemed an unspoiled, old-fashioned place to set a classic Western.  Both Pronto and Riding the Rap are set in Miami, with reference to Raylan's Kentucky roots, while Fire in the Hole moves the lawman back to Harlan, where he takes on the Klan.  Leonard's celebrated knack for dialogue establishes a tough and thoroughly likeable Raylan, while the descriptions of Cincinnati, Jellico Mountain and Harlan itself sound very much the way a native would describe them.

Justified developer Graham Yost does not create as seamless a portal into Harlan County.  I often find myself in the room when my beau or my daddy are watching the show, and I have to leave before I threaten to shoot the screen, Elvis-style.  Something about the fact that they're always taking "Tates Creek Pike" to travel from Lexington to Harlan just drives me nuts.  As does the fact that everyone on the show talks like Dwight Yoakam (who, despite his Kentucky roots, has spent way more time in Detroit and Bakersfield than in Betsy Layne).  I had a similar reaction to Cameron Crowe's cringe-worthy Elizabethtown, but that's another story.

via F/X.
God bless 'em, Justified tries real hard.  They have the right product placements -- there's Ale-8 and Kentucky AleThey're working to make the police uniforms more realistic.  They even cast my very favorite Kentucky-born actress -- my Transylvania classmate Mandy McMillian-- as a local lawyer.  But, I still find myself saying "It's not like that."  I'm always reminded of the way that Family Ties' Mallory shopped at Lazarus as a nod to the Keatons' Ohio locale.  And, I'm left scratching my head when Steve Brady plays a brash mobster "hiding out" in Harlan.

Maybe it's because I have several friends who work in the actual Federal Courthouse where Raylan's office is fictionally located.   Maybe it's because my great-aunt and uncle lived in Harlan County for years (which, mad props to Leonard for referencing the Evarts community in the story).  Maybe I'm just too much of a control freak to treat the show as a fictional account. Still, I find myself jarred by the weird juxtapositions every time I watch that show.  It just doesn't seem like home.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

In Photos: Cherokee Park at Big Rock

"All this, dear children, belongs to you..." Ludwig Bemelmans, Madeline and the Gypsies

On beautiful fall days like this one, my girls and I like to walk to Big Rock in nearby Cherokee Park. Some days we wear our rain boots to walk on the rocks, feed the ducks, and splash in the shallowest part of Beargrass Creek. We always spend time on the playground, and sometimes we walk through the woods to the huge rock that gives this section of the park its name. We also like exploring the historic Gaulbert Pavilion, which was built in the early 1900s and was recently restored. The columns frame the landscape beautifully—and they're perfect for climbing, too. We think this is one of the prettiest spots in all of Louisville.

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