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Apparently we swung

After a few days of traveling in Kentucky and Tennessee I was certain those states were firmly for McCain.  However when I crossed the Ohio northbound yesterday, within the first mile Indiana produced bunches of Obama signs along rural highway 231.  Now at 11:30 p.m. it appears that the state has gone for Obama.  Well I never! 

I'll pinch myself again in the morning after I re-check the news....

Itinerary: Walked over the natural bridge in eastern Ky, but did not get as far as Martin, Ky.  Then down to Cumberland Falls.  Yahoo Falls proved dry until spring.  Rode the rail to Blue Heron mining camp and walked the tipple.  Found an obscure reference about a utopian community founded in 1880 by Thomas Hughes of "Tom Brown's School Days" fame in a newsprint notice.  Thus visited Rugby Tennessee for the first time (and not the last).  Toured the library with one of the largest mint collections of victorian books in America.  Of the roughly 5000 books in the library, which stood abandoned and unlocked for decades in the wilderness, only 7 books were found missing from the original catalog.

The utopian community was to be a place where "second sons" of English gentry could come to gain land and make fortunes in America. However, they preferred to drink, play lawn tennis and frequent "the gentleman's swimming hole."  Typhoid struck, the tourist money quit when the famous inn burned.  Rugby, named after the English school from whence the sport of Rugby arose, did not flourish in the new world, but the victorian buildings lasted long enough to be restored through he efforts of a sixteen-year-old named Brian Stagg in 1966.

The Rugby Historic District now sells lots where new Rugbeians may purchase victorian-ish homes platted after the original town plans.  It is very, very quiet there.  A nice place for the like-minded to pursue a William Morris, Arts and Crafts existence, for sure.  Since Rugby is surrounded by National Forest, no Wal-Mart  is likely to ever get closer than the one in Jamestown 26 miles away.



Jan. 5th, 2009 09:14 am (UTC)
We found a journal at the bedside with notes from previous guests. No one wrote they actually had seen the ghost.

My understanding is that you have to wake up in the middle of the night to see the old gentleman standing at the foot of the bed in a great black coat. And if you move or blink, he disappears. Somewhat reassuring, but I chose not to wake up until morning.
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