Yes, Kentucky.

After 11 years in Atlanta, we are relocating to Louisville. Yes, Kentucky. I know what you are thinking. Somewhere in your mind, you are conjuring up images of overalled country folk whose number of fingers rival their number of teeth. Of big-haired women named Tammi whose accent is more of what you would call “hick” than “Southern.” Of gas station eateries renown for its catfish and packed with patrons every Wednesday when it’s the special. I know. And to some extent that is true. But as my wife puts it, we are moving to Louisville, which seems to supercede Kentucky the way Atlanta supercedes Georgia. But that doesn’t mean I am not embracing being in Kentucky. It’s a beautiful, green place. It has 4 seasons, instead of the 2.5 here in GA. It has fantastic state parks and a deep history forged by such pioneers as Daniel Boone, George Rogers Clark and Meriwether Lewis. It has horses and basketball and Louisville Slugger. And let’s not forget the whiskey. Best brown liquor around.

It will be a transition, but we look forward to the opportunities ahead and to be closer to family and our KY friends. (I can’t tell you how nice it will be to go on a date with my wife without having to pay a sitter $100 just to leave the house.) We will miss our friends here in Atlanta, but you’re all welcome to visit. Derby is the first Saturday of every May. Hugs to you all.