If you are one of my faithful followers, you may recall
my very first blog post which explained my inspirations for this endeavor and
also the profound influence my grandmother had on my thirst for travels, great
and small. Whenever I take a road trip
anywhere, I sometimes think of her. But
I especially think of her whenever I make the drive between my current home in
Springfield, Ill., and what I consider my “true home” in Louisiana. My grandmother never met an interstate she
liked. In fact, she insisted on taking
the two lanes. After all, you only get
to know people and the towns they’re from if you see them up close and
personal.
All of this is a rather long-winded explanation of – once
I learned the April and I would be driving northbound on U.S. Highway 51
through Tennessee, Kentucky and Southern Illinois on our road trip earlier this
year – why I had to make a pilgrimage to a place from my past travels with my
grandmother: the Harper’s Country Hams Company Store near Clinton, Ky.
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| No, we didn't come for the jumbo quail. |
Honestly, you really can’t miss this sign up on the ridge
where the Harper’s Hams complex is located.
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| I think she may have overdressed for this adventure. |
