The last night on the road during our recent travels, my husband Tom and I found ourselves in the most unlikely place of Paducah, Kentucky. Exactly and geographically at the confluence of "them Rebel Rivers" of a recent Bob Dylan song, the Ohio and Tennessee Rivers. We were dog-tired and had called ahead for hotel reservations in yet one more "big box" hotel just off of the freeway. Imagine how interesting the hotel and restaurant zones on the interstates are. After throwing the bags into the room, and doing a quick freshen up, I went back to the hotel desk and asked "Wanda" if she could point us in the direction of some food. She said, "Have you seen our Downtown?" A prophetess had spoken and directed us to one of the most charming stops of the entire 16-day road trip. In a ten block square area situated right on the Ohio and Tennessee Rivers, there stood the old river town of Paducah, three miles from the freeway intersection hotel zone. We drove its streets, marveling at the beautifully restored buildings of yesteryear. Sunday night was quiet in the downtown; only a few restaurants were open. It was early evening, but...

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