When I think of Home

"I was born on February 12, 1809, in the then Hardin County, Kentucky, at a point within the now county of LaRue, a mile or a mile and a half from where Hodgen's Mill now is." - Abraham Lincoln

This is where I grew up.

My hometown is steeped in Americana, because Abraham Lincoln was born there.

For fun - you can send a LaRue County Postcard to your friends and family! I especially love that you can send a postcard of the bank that holds the note on my car.

Next weekend is Lincoln Days and my mother is terribly worried that this year's event will be a disaster. You see, attendance has been down for the past few years and there seems to be a huge lack of civic pride at the moment. Apparently someone drove his/her truck through the new landscaping on the town square, ripping up concrete, destroying the lights that illuminate the statue of Lincoln.

There's a parade next weekend, too....or at least there should be. That reminds me I need to call home. I've not called my mom as much as I should the past few months. She always knows when I'm bullshitting her about how my life is going.....and she knows that when I don't call that I'm deliberately not telling her something....so...ugh....I expect to hear guilt-inspiring message on Callnotes by SBC any day now......