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Line Dancing At Billy Bob’s

So I’ve been here for almost five years and it’s taken me this long to try line dancing at the World’s Largest Honky Tonk! I know, I can’t believe it either. Last Thursday, three of us found ourselves at Billy Bob’s in Fort Worth, a little nervous. It’s quite serious and the one’s that were dancing before the class obviously had done this before… many times.

Every Thursday, Billy Bob’s hosts a “free” line dancing class. It isn’t exactly “free”, there is a $2 cover to get in but parking is free (right across the street) and really in this day in age how much can you really get for $2.00. So first, we were watching these seasoned dancers which made us a little nervous but soon enough the class started and provided some inspiration that maybe we could do it too!

Once the class started, the dance floor filled up just about as much as it could and the class started. The teacher has apparently been teaching for a long time (I’ve heard around 30 years) and he’s really good. We learned the Boot Scooters Boogie – really easy, really fun. There’s different variables that you could throw in and the steps were even provided on a written sheet so you could practice at home (for those who are forgetful like me) so you can come back and show off your sweet moves later on!

Not only do they have line dancing classes, they also have two stepping classes. The two step is about the most fun you can have dancing with a partner (in my opinion). I just need to find a nice cowboy to take the class with me!

If you happen to be in Ft. Worth – definitely check out the class. If you are visiting, put it on your must to do list. You can’t come to Texas and not go to a Honky Tonk or dance hall and if you’re there – you HAVE to get out there and shake some tail feathers!

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An Asbestos Mine… Wait, That’s Not Good For You!

I lived in Vermont for twenty three years before moving. I go home for at least two-three weeks per year. I never knew this place existed. Then again, maybe I did and just forgot. It happens. I guess it’s good to hang out with country folk. Even better when country folk happens to be your brother. They seem to know where what’s hidden in the Green Mountains. There’s a lot of things worth looking into when they’re hidden, especially in the mountains. I’m not really sure what I was expecting when my brother told me he was going to show me the asbestos mine, but what I saw definitely wasn’t it.
First, our trip started off just driving around. He’s is looking to buy a house. I was just looking for some good pictures. Then the idea popped into his head followed by:
“It’s down this road.” 
We vere off a paved road onto a dirt road in the middle of the mountains. A few miles later we reach a main road again…
“Humm, did you see another road back there?”
We hop back onto the highway and turn down another back, country road.
“This is it!”
On this second road, we can actually kind of see the mine but he says we can get really close. We see some wild turkeys, then the road turns into a four wheeler trail.
“Humm, not this one” he says.
We turn around again, hop onto the main road and turn onto another dirt road,
“Yep, I’m sure this is the one.”
At this point my sister-in-law and I are laughing. Third time is the charm, right?
Sure enough, third time’s the charm!
The asbestos mine is massive. It made me feel like a tiny little aunt about to be swallowed up. Remember ‘Honey I Shrunk The Kids’? Kind of like that. The mine is located on Belvidere Mountain and operated between the early 1990’s until closing in 1993. Obviously, we all know asbestos isn’t good for you but it was something else seeing this place hidden in the mountains. It was like a little ghost town in Vermont.
Has anyone ever come across something that seems so out of place like this?

Bardstown, Kentucky

Over Labor Day weekend, we headed north to Kentucky to visit Sy’s dad and stepmom. The Kentucky countryside is beautiful. It reminds me of a cross between Virginia and Vermont. While we were visiting, we all got to play tourist in the Bourbon Capital of the World – Bardstown, Kentucky.
Our first stop was the town square. Talk about a historical district. Many of the buildings reminded me of the ones that I saw in Portsmouth, NH. Bardstown is one of the first cities in Kentucky, settled in the late 1700’s.  The following buildings all surrounded the courthouse in the town square. Let’s check out some of these buildings.
The Old Talbot Tavern was built in 1779. If these walls could talk they would tell you that they’ve seen the likes of Abraham Lincoln and Daniel Boone. Rumor has it that there are bullet holes in one of the rooms upstairs, shot by Jesse James. It’s also apparently haunted. I don’t need to find that one out for myself.
This is the closest that you will ever see me as a Southern Belle.
A view looking down the street from the Courthouse.

The town is scattered with historical markers. There were at 4-5 just on one side of the courthouse. Here is one of them:

Here is another historical item.
There was a mannequin placed in the front of the boat. He also had a full beer in an inappropriate pose. We came to the conclusion that even the mannequin didn’t belong in the boat. I guess it makes you pay attention and we shouldn’t be surprised the beer was still full considering it’s a bourbon town.
On another note, just down the street is the Basilica of St. Joseph Proto-Cathedral. This area was heavily migrated by Catholic Americans after the Revolutionary War. It is one of the first four archdiocese in the United States. Sy’s stepmom brought us in and we received a free historical tour by a very nice lady. The Cathedral is massive and holds such an abundance of history. There are paintings from Italy that are hundreds and hundreds of years old (and wanted by many museums). Once inside you will also see numerous columns which help to support the church. The bottom of one is held in a glass case so you can really see how the column sits after being there for hundreds of years. When she was telling us, all I could think of was how kids must love sitting there to see something different during church service.
In the opposite direction of the Basilica, you will find My Old Kentucky Home. It is actually a home that was visited by Stephen Foster (he wrote the Kentucky State Song. You would’ve heard it if you’ve watched the Kentucky Derby). You can tour the mansion and the gardens during the day. (You cannot take photos inside the home, hence I don’t have any.) The property and the home were beautiful. The home was built between 1795 and 1818. It is an authentic “Southern” home, as I would call it. Most of the items within the home are original including the all of the piano’s keys and original law books and first editions. My favorite piece was a leather trunk. It was beautiful. If I find one, I will be a happy, happy woman. There was also a maple baby’s crib (definitely wouldn’t meet today’s safety standards) and a formal chair with a hole under the cushion. Yep, it was a “toilet”.  Note to self: look under cushions when buying antique chairs.
Our final stop was for lunch at Mammy’s Kitchen. Prime Southern Food.
Appetizer: Fried Green Tomatoes
When in the South, you’ve got to try something new. I don’t typically like tomatoes or fried food but these weren’t bad. The tomatoes could’ve been a sliced a little thicker.
Meal: Bourbon Marinated Chicken Breast Sandwich with onion rings.
Since we didn’t swing by a Bourbon factory, I had to do with what was available.
The sandwich was actually fantastic and the bourbon marinade was delicious!
Sy had a Reuben sandwich. He says it was #*%&@)! good!… He liked it.
Bardstown is quite the touristy town. Be sure to check it out and if you can swing by a Bourbon Factory and let me know how it was (if you remember).