LOUISVILLE - A CITY STORY
Before we moved to Kentucky, we lived in Texas. One two occasions, we drove up here with the kids to visit Chris's Dad and Mamaw. Both times, our vehicle broke down beyond simple repair and Chris's Dad had to come and rescue us several hundred miles away from his home. Yeah, I know most parents would do that for their children, and certainly grandparents for grandchildren. But there are a couple of exceptional additions to this set-up.
First of all, my father-in-law's right leg is amputated above the knew due to an infection that had set in after a surgery. Secondly, he had not met our two boys before our first visit. Secondly, the first time I met my father-in-law was when he knocked on our motel room door at 2am after he arrived from Kentucky to pick us up.
So, that was all set up for the real story. We were waiting in a gas station-cafe while someone was trying to fix our vehicle when I overheard the following story. Some version of this will probably wind up in All Gallow's Eve.
A table of locals were sitting there talking amongst themselves. They were trying to determine the pronunciation of the capital city of Kentucky, whether it was "Loo-iss-ville" or "Loo-ee-ville". My mind played the following retort:
"First of all, the capital of Kentucky if FRANKFORT! Secondly, it's not pronounced "Loo-iss-ville" OR "Loo-ee-ville", *ahem* silly, it's "LOO-uh-vull", or even "LOO-vull". You'll be pegged for an outsider right off talking like that!"
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