Hell is real. And it is Kentucky.
There's a reason why most nostalgia candies like Necco wafers and candy cigarettes are found only at gas stations in the middle of nowhere and not at the supermarkets. Ick! Gross. Nasty. Lemonheads are still good for the 21st century though. (I'm such a nerd that I knew that Necco was short for New England Confectionary Company.)
Asian people caravanning through the bowels of Kentucky in a Toyota Prius with Illinois plates may not have been one of our wiser decisions.
The smell of fermenting yeasty corn mash reminds me of my failures in bread making. Perhaps I may be successful at making moonshine.
Whirling blades of death.
Copper stills look like I Dream of Jeannie bottles.
Barrels of bourbon. It may be possible to get drunk just by spending a lot of time in the bourbon warehouse. Probably a bad idea to smoke around here. Woodford Distillery must have happy termites.
Werd, yo.
2 comments:
I will remind you that I went to college in Kentucky and had a marvelous experience so back off on if there is hell on earth it's Kentucky!!!!!!!
Davy, next time plan to visit Kentucky during Derby Weekend!!!!
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