Kentucky

Last evening, I was kind of in a mood. I think I was feeling homesick. I miss the wide open sky, the smell of wheat drying in the constant breeze, I miss the Midwestern apparel and attitude, I miss the smell of farm animals - from several miles away - ,I miss the ghostly presence of native spirits, but mostly I miss the sound of my brothers' voices. I miss being home. Having said that...

I love Kentucky. I adore the rich, lush, green everything! Green grass, green trees, green hills that slope so smoothly, and green tint to the evening sky. I love the southern drawl (compared to the twanginess of home), I appreciate the feeling of neighborly hospitality, and I cannot get enough of the competitiveness. Whether watching the Wildcats play, or cheering for a horse at the Derby, I smile when listening to a true Kentuckian yelling for their pick. It really makes me laugh right out loud when people yell at the television...I think the yeller will think the tube will mind better if you raise your tone a few hundred decibels. They also believe that a basketball player is making a personal affront when a shot is missed...

Anyway - Kentucky is where I have landed and I am proud to be part of the Big Blue Nation. For those of you at home that think I am a traitor, rest assured that I will always remain a Sooner, I won't root for the blue if and when they ever face off with the red. I will just have to find something very important to do for that day instead of watch. Until then, I will wear blue with pride, from the Blue Grass State.