The Flood of 1937

The Coolsisters had a GREAT weekend in Cincinnati just recently that included our cool brother. We spent a day visiting old favorites, including St. Rose's church located on the Ohio River. The markers on the left are in feet and those on the right show what year the river reached what height. Anybody who grew up near a big midwestern river knows about the flood of 1937 - the very worst (lots of great photos on Google). Having a hard time visualizing just how high the water got that year? The good folks at the church show it in this simple graphic. Look way at the top - the river crested at 80 feet. See more about St. Rose's church here.

We Ken Tuck You In (old Billboard on I-75)

We love Kentucky. Its one of those more forgotten States, not often in the news, not generating a lot of attention - either good or bad. Not really North, not South, not East, not West. A lot of old money, a lot of no money. Oh, there's the Derby (for tourists in our book - Keeneland is the place to go), and Abe, and Daniel B., and that famous blue moon they sing about. And a lot of jokes about hillbillies. Maybe it's the isolation, maybe it's the early settler spirit, but Kentucky has always seemed a bit wild and untamed, not like those big open places out west, but wild in a more constricted way, and you have to go in deep to feel it. You can touch Kentucky lightly if you drive along the Kentucky side of the Ohio River, as we did recently, and meander through the little river towns. We are pretty sure you could get lost without a lot of work.