Cave City Kentucky
Dear Friends, Desiree and I were watching an uninterrupted stream of bats fill the Kentucky evening, emitting from an abandoned hotel built above a cave, when it occurred to me I haven't blessed many of you with my unique and beautiful insights in a while. We had parked our RV In Cave City Kentucky on the slopes of Guntown Mountain and were taking a break from dealing with an unfortunate RV septic explosion when we happened upon an Irish Bar on the old main street. I have been often accused of prevarication, however you must believe me when I say 24 ounce cans of PBR were two dollars. We had to order several to convince ourselves it was true. Now I hate bats, and my cats hate me. They used to bring me live mutilated bats in the morning to provoke my hangovers. Now I found myself standing beneath a living cathedral of bats, hissing, clicking and clawing their way into the night towards Guntown Mountain to murder rape a...