Surrounded by cats
I’m back in Kentucky, waiting for Morgan to finish (online) work so we can go and eat as much unhealthy food as possible. After much faffery, and being stuck in the lost city of Atlanta for a while longer than anticipated, we didn’t make it to Richmond until about 7am UK time, so it’s taken us a while to get going today. We had a lovely welcome from Snowy, everyone’s favourite blind dog harpy, and the cats seem to have forgiven our long absence.
Driving across Kentucky last night, drifting in and out of sleep, was wonderfully surreal. The English motorway system may be beautiful and strange, but it’s got nothing on the Kentucky equivalent – an endless tangle of neon signs, endless parking lots and enormo-churches. Towns merge into an endless strip of malls and drive-through banks. The triumph of the automobile has made a beautiful country so ugly – but it’s very hard to imagine what a post-automobile America will look like.
In my head, it features the return of the bustling downtown, cycle paths, a decent rail network, and the occasional cheeky monorail.
Get to it, Obama.