This time last year we were in Kentucky! How I miss those bluegrass fields with the grazing horses, the neatly painted white fences, the irratic stone slave fences, the narrow winding lanes through all this wonderful countryside.
Oh that I were a man of means and I could afford the luxury of having a place near Lexington, where I could spend the fall and winters, affording to attend a few UK basketball games, going over to Asbury in Wilmore for the revivals and campus life activities, staying a few days at Shaker Village of Mount Pleasant, etc.
But I am not a man of any means, only a man who dreams.
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