I never made it a habit, but several years ago I was on my way to go fishing at a lake about 70 miles east of here. A pretty little young woman was standing with a big backpack on the I-65 ramp.
She was from Oregon and going to West Virginia.
Other than the fact she was risking her life for the price of a bus ticket, she seemed like a fairly reasonable person. I tried to impress on her that she was entering a part of the country where some fairly rough characters reside. I was tempted to take her on to West Virginia. But I figured she had made it from Oregon. She could make it from Cave Run Lake Kentucky.
