As I headed south out of Lexington, Kentucky on the broad swatch of concrete that is Interstate 75, I couldn't help but remember traveling this same way so many times in my childhood. Back then the family was always heading south to Florida to visit Grandma and Grandpa. I remember the old Interstate tuckering out in south central Kentucky, dumping us onto a narrow and twisting even older US Highway, 25W, down around Jellico, Tennessee. Well, nowadays that Interstate stretches all the way to Florida. And its wider and faster than ever. Nonetheless, as I headed further south, a taste of those old days was still to be had. On the radio. As the diverse stations of Lexington faded out to scratchy echoes and were replaced by the flowing melodic pleas of Contemporary Christian stations. Then,
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