Cave Hill Cemetery

The hubster’s Grandparents used to live here.

Hound Dog Press – inky, papery goodness and super nice people!

Let’s disco, y’all!

The Ohio River (which starts in Pittsburgh!)

York, the badass unsung hero of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, though, rather sadly, not actually considered part of the Corps of Discovery because he was a slave. I think it is pretty awesome and quite apropos that his gaze is squarely on the Muhammad Ali Center.

Elvis gave this robe to Ali. The photo in the corner shows him tying the sash for him. Fantastic!

Shirley Chisholm, painted by Robert Shetterly

One of my favorite women in history! Unbought and Unbossed. She was the first black woman elected to Congress and the first major-party black candidate for President. You betcha!

The Ali Center follows the life of Cassius Clay on his path to becoming Muhammed Ali. It’s also a place of inspiration for young people, honoring civil rights leaders, artists, and boxers, alike, with a focus on personal development. Be great and do great things!

Afternoon snack at Atlantic No. 5

Reading is fundamental…

Gina Phillips

Norbert Brunner

Anne Peabody

Virgil Marti

Jose Toirac

Ned Kahn

The Gina Phillips piece to this one by Ned Kahn are all on display at the 21c Museum Hotel in downtown Louisville. It’s a marvelous space!

So long, Kentucky, we’re off to Indiana…

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Sleep

Come sleep with me:

We won’t make Love

Love will make us.

Julio Cortazar

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Belated Greetings from the 502! I had every intention of posting yesterday but got caught in a whirlwind of errand after errand and a super fun St. Patrick’s Day celebration. Life is good!

The fact that the Louisville area code is one digit away from Portland’s 503 seems to be more than an interesting coincidence, as they have a very sisterly feel to them: open, friendly, creative, lovely river cities, of which, if you haven’t noticed, I am a rather big fan.

This is Butchertown in NuLu, our most excellent home away from home, with that top photo our abode, a 125 year old building on Main Street. Take a look at those giant doors; the ceilings were twelve feet high. We walked and walked under mostly sunny skies, the rains only coming in earnest, with a most spectacular downpour, on our way to our next destination in Indiana. Heaven!

We ate and drank v e r y well, with bourbon of some sort at nearly every meal. One place put it over pancakes(!), most others by the glass. The jelly jar was a bourbon slushie, a.k.a. the best adult version of a kids drink EVER.  Our favorite restaurants were Rye and Feast, with Rye having the most creative and delicious menu we’ve seen since leaving Portland (sorry, Pittsburgh! We’re still looking!). Those are the best rolls I’ve ever had the good fortune to eat, soft, buttery, wow. And that kind of wild looking mess with meringue? A banana crepe! A m a z i n g. Feast was crazy good barbeque and the home of the yummy slushie. It is wonderful to be spoiled by marvelous food and service, peeps. Indeedy.

The neighborhood is super cool, dare I say hip, and full of shopping (check out Why Louisville) and fun; Colonel Sanders and Abe Lincoln photo opportunities, squee-ee; an alley called Billy Goat Strut. Then there are the aforementioned eateries and really great architecture! My goodness, I love beautiful buildings. Oh, and murals and iron work! Choice examples lined the streets. It all makes me so happy. I want exclamation points everywhere! Then to see little bits of history, like the Thomas Edison brick house, and the world feels a bit smaller and more personal. I’m here, and he was here, and think of all we can be and do. It makes a body grateful for the privilege of travel.

More of Louisville on Friday, I hope!

 

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Wild and wonderful West Virginia fog. I love the way it whispers and hugs the landscape. We could not have asked for better weather on the first leg of our inaugural Pittsburgh based road trip. We left in darkness to beat the traffic, and boy, did we! There was hardly a soul on the road.  I still can’t believe my dumb luck to be born in this great nation, with beauty at every turn.

Lexington is a fun town, with much to admire and try. The Parkette has been on my list for some time, mostly because of that fabulous neon sign, though I was terribly sad not to see it in full regalia. In the sci-fi future of my mind, travelers will have the ability to see monuments just as they like, no matter the hour. Sunset? Yup! Bright neon? You got it! Without utility poles and wires? No problem! Anyhoo, the fried chicken, according to the hubster, is good, but not #1 in his book. He likes super duper extra crispy, and this wasn’t that. I can’t fault the man for knowing what he likes. I was charmed by the friendly and fast service, y’all. I must admit that I never imagined Kentucky would sound sooo Southern. Just look at it on the map, the way it skirts that center line.

Being westerners with few original reminders of just how old our relatively young nation is, the hubster and I find ourselves reeling at buildings well over the century mark, with the majority pictured in that category. This last one is also quite historical, being the home where Mary Todd Lincoln was born. Hello Abraham, let’s go back to my house… There’s another of her family homes a couple of blocks away, but, rather sadly, I could not get a decent photo without a garbage can in it, which seemed terribly unseemly, so you will not see it here. I’m sure Mary would approve.

Tomorrow, Louisville!

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Rusted

We are all differently broken, semi-functional, rusted out love machines.

Hank Green

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