My ol' Kentucky home

I have very mixed emotions about my home state. I've never been particularly proud to be from Kentucky. But, considering I only actually lived here for the first year or so of my life, I didn't feel like I really HAD to claim it, even if my parents do live here now.

But while I was driving through the middle of the state today, the sun was setting, the leaves were starting to turn, and everything about it was just so pretty that I began to feel like maybe I should embrace my heritage. I have a double name, after all - no one's falling for the "city girl" image I try so hard to cultivate. So, why not be proud of more than just the basketball team in this great state?

And then I saw a deer on the side of the road. He had, I assume, been killed by a large truck (I don't actually know that it was a truck, but in Kentucky, that's a pretty safe bet). In and of itself, that's not so weird. Except, that this particular deer had been beheaded. Some ridiculous redneck had come along at some point and taken the buck's head for his trophy case. And that's when I decided my original impression of Kentucky was correct.

I have no moral or ethical problem with hunting. I love me some venison. And, if you're the antlers on the wall type - more power to you. But, you darn well better earn those antlers through your own merit - not just saw them off an animal that someone else killed by accident.

However, comma, (I got that from HT - it makes me happy to say it), Kentucky really is beautiful. And they have Zaxby's. So, they can't be all bad.

(Also, Bowling Green has a candidate for sheriff whose first name is legit "Peanuts." Which just adds charm to the town/state, I think.)