Simplicity
Last month, as it really has been a month now, I took my annual voyage to the summer camp for nerds, AKA the College Board's read of the AP US History exams. We've been in Louisville, KY for my tenure, which isn't all bad. I lived in Kentucky twice, got my bachelor's there, and while it is not my longest place of residence it is the place that captured my soul for homesickness boughts and markers of oddly made binaries of identity. In blunt laymen's terms, I'm not from the Bluegrass but parts of me are. So, amid the mass of grading--and OMG there are so many essays in seven days--I meet up with some old friends from years gone by. And . . . I partake in local cuisines, like Ale-8 and bourbon. We all know that I have a long love of bourbon . . . That being said, this year's view derives from the Marriott . . . as I wasn't at the Galt. Did I mind? Eh, ya know . . . those little free apps and bourbon mixers at 5 everyday went a long...