I was picked up at 5:30 in the morning at Nashville Airport by my college friend Nichole and her daughter, Victoria. I hadn't seen Nichole for 16 years. I can't even believe I am that old that college was 16 years ago! We headed Northwest towards Mammoth Caves in Kentucky. En route, in Bowling Green, we blew a tire! It was shredded. Fortunately, as we began digging through the trunk for the spare, a Kentucky State Trooper rolled up and offered to change the tire for us. A Southern gentleman, indeed.
