This month saw me move yet again. I’ve now lived in eight states over the last fifteen years. I would never have guessed I’d end up in Kentucky. Living in the Appalachians of Virginia was bad enough. Yet here we are.
Murray, Kentucky. Murray State University. This town basically exists due to the university. That’s not uncommon. It claims to have a population of 17k but given that Murray State’s student body is 12k, I suspect that the real population of the town is in the 5k range. In a lot of ways, this is like the town I grew up in (Sparta, WI) but just with a university in it.
‘Sleepy’ would be an appropriate word to describe it, although this might be more due to the Southern tendency to move at what can be judiciously called ‘deliberate.’ As a Northerner (not a Yankee, but a proper Northerner), it’s going to take time getting use to. It’s not a weird town. But I foresee myself having a lot of ‘what the fuck’ moments over the next few months.
Such as when the wife and I go to second-hand stores.
But what has really been interesting over my first week as a Kentuckian has been the epic unhealthiness of the food I’ve been eating.
This weekend we stopped in at Matt B’s Pizza where I got a slice of what can best be called a meat thing.
Prior to this, when we first arrived and finished unpacking we went out to what I guess was a new restaurant in the ‘downtown’ of Murray. The burger was called something like ‘The Triple Bypass’ or ‘The Heartattack’ or something like that. It consisted of two patties held together with swiss and american cheese latticed with about six or seven bacon strips.
But the winner of what my wife is calling The Kentucky Tour of Life-Threatening Hamburgers is the delicious monstrosity I had a place called Tap 216.
What is all this? It’s called ‘The Gentry.’
I’m still alive, for now…