'Bred Crumbs
Hometown Tour
Welcome, even though we can tell you're thinking of doing something wrong. And for cripes' sake, wipe your feet!
Paducah, Ky., where I was born and spent most of my first 22 years, is a town of about 30,000 in far-western Kentucky, so far west it's really more Missouri. (Contrary to what Dan Fogeleberg says, thoroughbreds are commonly neither born in the valleys nor raised in the trees of western Kentucky.) Paducah is a river town, nestled where the Tennessee River, which was dammed the hell out of to drag the country out of the Great Depression, dumps itself into the mighty Ohio, just about 50 miles before that river merges in a nonsexual manner with the Mippippippi.*
Now, through the foregoing still-photographic, fourteen-stop tour, you can see Paducah (circa the year 2000) through my twisted much-older-than-22-year-old eyes. We're walking, we're walking ...
- First stop: the birthplace >
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* Sorry; Farscape reference.
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