I am still alive, despite having been trapped for many long days at a conference in the Bluegrass State.
Not that I have a problem with bluegrass itself. In fact, some of the conference’s musical offerings were particularly good–much better than the other crap I was forced to endure–so the trip wasn’t a total loss. And the natives were generally nice, I guess. And it was good to have some face-to-face with colleagues…. But lemme tell ya’, darlin’: there’s nothing to do in Louisville and the food is Bel Ami-bland. Someone should introduce those folks to the wonders of salt. Apologies to any Kentuckians, but I don’t think I’ll be visiting your state again anytime soon. Thank goddess the conference moves back to Atlanta next year.
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