I am going to Kentucky.
Tomorrow night, Amy and I are flying to Kentucky for five days to visit her family.
I have never been to Kentucky. I hear it's hot. I hear there are lightning bugs. I hope there will be a thunderstorm.
Amy and I will be busy looking at churches and chapels at Fort Knox. (For what? you ask. Well, ask me and I'll tell you.) I will meet Amy's maternal grandparents, her aunts and uncles, her cousins.
And apparently we will bring back a suitcase full of kitchen supplies.
The story goes like this: Amy's aunt knows someone who is moving from a huge house to a small apartment. She also knows someone who lost everything they own to a fire of some kind. So she pulled a little switcheroo thing whereby the victims of the fire were blessed by the extras from the move from large to small.
And there are pots and pans and other various implements of culinary destruction left over.
