Our road trip concluded with three days spent mostly in the car. We drove west through Kentucky, stopping for the night in Louisville where David, twice as high as the original statue in Florence, greeted us just as it began to rain.
He belongs to a museum cum gallery.
Art like this attracts a young, woke crowd. At least for cocktails.
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| Manuel Antonio Dominguez |
The gallery also includes plenty of selfie spaces.
Apparently, big is a thing in Louisville. That's the Slugger Museum and Factory. Even I must have swung one of those once upon a time.
The Kentucky Science Center also lures visitors with a selfie opportunity in front of the nondescript building. That's me, twirling my Frank Lloyd Wright souvenir umbrella.
The Kentucky Performing Arts Center is a little farther down Main Street. Very walkable, Louisville.
Losing an hour to Eastern time meant we couldn't tour the Muhammad Ali Center as planned. Bummer!
Thom's juicy chicken was freshly fried. He had it for lunch the next day, too.
Despite the machinations of Kentucky's senior senator, scales of justice can still be found in places like Georgetown.
Before heading to Charleston, we also detoured north along the Ohio River. That bridge connects Ohio to West Virginia.
Are all capitol buildings domed?
Thom and I had been arguing about Joe Manchin earlier in the afternoon. "What do you expect him to do?" I yelled. "Vote against his political interest?" He felt vindicated by this protest in Charleston; I insisted the sparse attendance proved my point, although the Reverend William Barber II could not have been more rousing.
Monday, our final and longest day on the road (12+ hours!) included the Skyline Parkway, the northern extension of the Blue Ridge. Who needs Vermont with foliage like this? The Senior Pass he bought me last Christmas saved us $30.
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