We drove up in the fall.
The leaves had already oranged and given up and we were in the truck with Pops and my new stepmother. We were going to see a different state and a mammoth cave and I’d heard their grass was blue and something about a drink I wasn’t able to try. I was still but a boy. When we crossed over into Kentucky, much to my surprise, I learned that the sky was still blue and the grass was still green. And thought it a shame we were going into a hole in the earth when we could be looking at those beautiful fields and hills and people.