Believe it or not, I used to work at the front desk of this motel (Best Western, General Nelson) when I was in high school. The rooms went for $11 a night, $8 for truckers who were regulars. I think I made $1 an hour (though it could have been 80 cents an hour, I can't remember). That was about 1968. They've kept the motel up and it is as good as any now.
Whenever I drive through Ohio, I feel like it's a "great" state. Big. Steady.
Kentucky feels more familiar. Hilly, more wooded. This is the town where I grew up, the land that my ancestors had settled for more than 200 years. If you look past the highway to the hills, the trees, the land, it all looks as probably did 200 years ago. Perhaps more cleared and farmed, but the lighting - the sky and the colors - make up the unique look that is Kentucky. For some reason I imagine that the past was a darker, murkier time. But, in fact, days back then were as bright and clear for them as they are for me today.
Here are some photos I took tonight, walking around. The motel is very near the Church/School(s) I attended.
This is St. Joseph School, where I attended grades 1-8. I thought that 4th grade with Sr. Rosalie would never end. They've added some new things to the building so that it looks a little different in parts.