They could be all hopped up on pain killers and grand pappy's moon shine.

Then bury you where no man has ever trod.

Then bury you where no man has ever trod.

 

An old friend of mine used to say of someone with whom he didn't get along, "There's an auger hole somewhere in Bell County waiting for him".

Dude was from Independence and thought he was a city dweller? Classic.

 

I don't care who you are, that's funny right there.

That is good stuff mcpapa.

 

If only that second paragraph had started with the words "Dear Penthouse"

 

As I recall (and there's a lot for one reason or another that I do not recall), that particular publication was pretty popular (note the use of alliteration, a time-tested linguistic device) when I was in college.

 

However, the weekend was purely platonic; I had no romantic interest in the young lady that invited me. A small portion of it was spent was convincing her skeptical big brothers that a scrawny longhair three years removed from his high-school wrestling team that said big brothers could be put on their ear by said longhair.

 

Didn't take long to convince them.

I just had an insurance guy in my office today and I knew he wasn't from around here cause he talked funny.

 

I asked him where he was from and he said Northern Kentucky. When I asked where he said "you probably don't know of it, it is called Independene". I asked him how close he lived to Simon Kenton High School and he was surprised, but it opened up a conversation.

 

He said people had warned him about traveling in Eastern Kentucky, told him to be careful like he was in some kind of personal danger. 25 years ago I would have maybe understood that but in today's world it kind of surprised me.

 

For the record, he said he didn't know what to expect at first, but had been pleasantly surprised, that he had enjoyed it and the people were very nice to him. He said one day he was going to Ashland after being here and one client wouldn't let him leave without feeding him a meal. :lol:

 

So, are all you city fellers afraid of us hillbillies or what?

 

Hahahaha!!!!

I still remember my first trip and stay in EKY. I went to Morehead my freshman year and I met a guy from Jackson. We went to his house for a weekend and the drive there was quite a treat with the dump tucks filled with coal barreling down those curvy stretches of road. We went to a pool hall and little kids would rack your balls for .25. Later in the evening we traveled down Sandman road in Jackson and while we sat in the back of a pickup this crazy kid would smack mailboxes and road signs with his hands while the truck was moving. There was a guy who had previously won over a million dollars and he still lived in his trailer and he used his washer as a cooler for beer and I kid you not had a huge garbage bag filled with maryjane to the top. Later in the evening when we traveled back to my friends home we passed some fellows that had a grudge about a death of one of their family members and they were out in the front yard with guns and it scared the living daylights out of me. I spent about a half hour on the floor of his home wishing I was anywhere but there that evening but all in all it was a good time that I will never forget.

EKY can be tough if you're looking for a Catholic church. Other than that, it's a cool place.

 

One of the strangest things I've seen in my life was while passing through the Phelps to Majestic area, where I saw a Catholic Church in a trailer.

Independence may not be "city" to the rest of you, but anyone in NKY, Lex, Lou, etc. is considered cityfolk to us.

 

Just like folks in that area look at all of EKY as backwoods rednecks and hillbillies.

 

It is not just where you lay your head at night that determines whether you are a country boy or a city feller.

I afeared fer m'life in them thar hills.

When I first started work back in the 80's traveling Eastern Kentucky, I had one customer I went to his home. After doing busines I was asked to stay for supper and invited to go rattle snake hunting afterwards. I declined as my wife gets upset if I do not make it home to eat her cooking. :taz:

They were probably rounding up the serpents for Sunday morning.

This is true. When I went to college I made my first friend who was Catholic. I bet I asked him 100 questions. It was like meeting somebody from a foreign country. I remember being surprised he could go to church on Saturday. He probably thought I was the dumbest hillbilly he ever met.

 

I later found out that one of my good friends from high school was Catholic and he just never told anyone. I'm not sure why.

 

My guess is it had something do with 100 questions.

 

Note: I'm Catholic and I still have questions.

Independence may not be "city" to the rest of you, but anyone in NKY, Lex, Lou, etc. is considered cityfolk to us.

 

Just like folks in that area look at all of EKY as backwoods rednecks and hillbillies.

 

It is not just where you lay your head at night that determines whether you are a country boy or a city feller.

 

I've got Lee County blood in me so I claim both.

EKY can be tough if you're looking for a Catholic church. Other than that, it's a cool place.

 

The times I was in Eastern Kentucky, I think I ended up settling for St. Mattress.

I just had an insurance guy in my office today and I knew he wasn't from around here cause he talked funny.

 

I asked him where he was from and he said Northern Kentucky. When I asked where he said "you probably don't know of it, it is called Independence". I asked him how close he lived to Simon Kenton High School and he was surprised, but it opened up a conversation.

 

He said people had warned him about traveling in Eastern Kentucky, told him to be careful like he was in some kind of personal danger. 25 years ago I would have maybe understood that but in today's world it kind of surprised me.

 

For the record, he said he didn't know what to expect at first, but had been pleasantly surprised, that he had enjoyed it and the people were very nice to him. He said one day he was going to Ashland after being here and one client wouldn't let him leave without feeding him a meal. :lol:

 

So, are all you city fellers afraid of us hillbillies or what?

 

I hope you offered him biscuits & chocolate gravy and combination meat sandwiches. At the risk of offending the few NKY friends I have, they've got to be better than hot dog sauce masquerading as chili and goetta.