They always say that there are those days in your life...days where something happens that is so striking and so moving, you will never forget THAT day. Where you were. What you were doing. Who you were with.
Lots of mornings, the road to work is foggy. It may be clear for a stretch, and then right there up ahead, you see the fog...thick and swallowing up any cars that dare go in ahead of you.
When I go to Wolfe County, the only three things I can be reasonably sure will happen are that I will drink an Ale-8, eat a large double cheeseburger from the Dixie Freeze, and see a car from somewhere that is far, far away from Eastern Kentucky.
Every day, I think to myself..."I need to be writing more...I need to be taking more pictures." And pretty much every day, I neglect to do either of those things.
Any of you folks who follow this web site certainly knows it comes and goes in spurts. Part of that stems from not knowing exactly what I want to write about and not knowing what YOU want to READ about.
I want to invite you to join the discussion and help shape the future of this site.