This is part of an ongoing series regarding my transition from the Land of Lincoln to the Bluegrass State. For a list of previous articles in the series, type Stranger in a Strange Land into Lull’s search function on the right.The storm drains here are big enough to swallow a jockey.
And speaking of jockeys, this horse-centric, caffeinated (for you’re never far from a drive-thru Starbucks), car-crazed town offers drive-thru betting. It’s a multitasker’s dream: Drink, Drive, & Gamble.
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