In a spurt of spontaneity, my mother led our family to a tram ride in the middle of Gatlinburg, Tenneessee. Packed with children squealing with excitment, the tram swung back and forth 300 ft above the ground. I am slightly agrophobic (fearful of heights) and clung to Tina's arm until we safely reached the top of the mountain. Risking life and limb on an Alpine Slide, my mother and siblings left my dad and I to split a slice of chocolate chip fudge. It was absolutely divine.
After a five hour drive and lunch stop at Applebee's, my family is now staying at a hotel in Kentucky.
So....if you eat fried chicken in Kentucky does that automatically make it "Kentucky Fried Chicken?" This is probably America's most popular debate topic ya know :)
ReplyDeleteof course. The colonel's enterprise can't have control over all the poultry in the state.
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