Enter Louisville- pronouced- {Louvll}

Louisville so far is a great place to be- i'm typing away in
a coffee shop trying to find venues to hit up for gigs and a local
tattoo shop guy introduces himself to me. after a bit of conversation
he tells me to come meet one of his coworkers who picks mandolin.

that dude turns out to be really cool, and part of the extended family of "travelin' folk"
and he offers me a place to crash if i need. at this point i have several options
for places to land and i know i can stay here for a few days.

i busked outside the military recruiting office at the behest
of a buddy i met down in Bowling Green who is a military recruiter-
i played until the building security guy told me to stop- (open case issue....)
and note: FYI-military recruiting office is not a good place to busk.

so my buddy Sargent Riherd gave me a ride(in a car) from Mammoth Cave to Louisville-
i figure after a thousand miles and change i can take to 60 mile ride in a car

MAMMOTH CAVE, by the way, was awinspirring in the truest sense of the word.
the pictures don't do it justice, but they help the memory- i just try to re-live
the moments in my mind to keep them somewhat fresh, the real deal is to just go back
again some day- the cave tours are 12 bucks a pop- you can't beat that!

i chilled with some great folks in the camp ground, Merle and Linda the last night
and the first night i met some sweet folks who's names i don't remember-(i think
memory storage space for the caves kind of superseded the kind folks who left 30 bucks
in my front basket the next morning. people can be so kind.)

the other folks Merle and Linda, from Yakima Washington, were super cool, they were my parents age
and somewhat reminded me of them, i spent about three hours with them
and played some tunes for them- we talked about all kinds of stuff (other than my bike trip),
we talked about political thingies and managing your temper and people living honorably and
managing debt, our families, making a living as an artist/musician, managing apartment
buildings, which is what they did. they said they felt like there were raising some
of these people, having to teach them how to manage their money by being strict landlords,
their perspective was funny but true- their experience seemed mostly good- (unlike the guy
who i met on the way to Bowling Green who was driving from Connecticut to Arizona to evict a
guy who owed 28,000 on a mortgage)