I've been to Kentucky three or four times. The first time, I visited Shelbyville, Kentucky, where my grandfather grew up, about an hour outside of Louisville. I was eighteen years old, and all my grandfather's sisters - my great aunts - were still alive. I remember having a really wonderful trip, spending time with a whole cast of relatives only a few of whom I'd met before, experiencing my first big summer thunderstorm, and feeling a sense of heralding from a place, a feeling that I'd never had before . I still think of Kentucky as being a place that I am "from", in a blood line sense. I was taken to lunch at Wakefield- Scearce Gallery, seen in the postcard to the left, which houses one of the largest collections of English furniture, silver, limited edition porcelains and decorative accessories in the country. It also sells traditional mint julep cups for about $500 each. My 18-year old self didn't really get what all the fuss was about.