Oh, Kentucky

There were many, many times in the 1990s, when I was on my way home from some office job, all jittery and rumpled and unfulfilled, that I would stop in a Blockbuster somewhere and pick up a movie. I'd see all these fresh-faced people in baby-blue, buttoned-down-collar shirts and khaki pants who all seemed so happy. And I'd look over the hip "Staff Picks" display and think to myself, This could be me, a whole new life--pleasant surroundings, get to watch a lot of movies, exciting company with a big future, ...

And then there were some days I would go buy lunch somewhere and then sit in my car at some park addressing requests for writer's guidelines to book publishers. One of my ideas was going to do a coffee-table book with lots of pictures about Waffle Houses and their communities of customers and employees around the country.

Speaking of career paths and stops, here's a pretty great little story about the Covington Holy Cross football coach's.

Christmas parading in Middlesboro and Madisonville.

Left behind.

Paducah in The Wall Street Journal. Gulnare in The Huffington Post.

While the HeathPo Kentucky desk was not surprised to see that last story make the HuffPo, it was stunned to find it on the front page of last Thursday's Madisonville Messenger--and believes instead that its Page 1 slot would've been better utilized by more in-depth coverage of story hour at the public library, which was instead relegated to Page 2.