It's not hard to find examples of why I love my home state. Today, Ben, Manda and I went for a drive south of Nicholasville. We were searching for an ice cream parlor that Ben and I went to several years ago. Passing through Shaker Village, Harrodsburg, Lancaster, Burgin, and Danville, we never did find it, but I got some nice pictures.
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You know, at this point, I really have no idea. I was convinced it was in Harrodsburg, but I am world-famous for my lack of a sense of direction.
It could have been in Bardstown, assuming we somehow wound up at Bardstown years ago when we were driving around aimlessly. I'll ask Ben and see what he thinks. Thanks for the tip!
Matt, Ben's friend thinks he knows where the ice cream place is, on 33, near Harrodsburg. Ben and I are hopefully going to go back out and try to find it again tomorrow or the next day.
I wanted to post on your journal that I'm glad you're all right after that bit of craziness with your brakes, but I've forgotten my login to your site. So, since I didn't want to wait until I got home (and to my password repository), I'm mentioning it here, just so you know I saw the entry :) I'm really glad you kept a level head and were able to bring yourself and Seb back safely.
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