Napolean Syndrome!!

So, after a 2 hour wait for my room it was off around Louisville. If ever there was a city with Napolean Syndrome it is Louisville. A small city overcompensating for being small. Nowhere is this more evident than in the 2 blocks of pretentiousness known as 4th Street Live. Its a small street of bars, resturaunts etc, the like of which you see in every big city. This one almost looks like 200m of Las Vegas had upped and moved to Kentucky.



Nowhere else in the world have i seen a bowling alley with velvet ropes, a bouncer on the door and a dress code. What Bullshit!!

Our hotel was an old refurbished place which kind of reminded me of "The Shining". Especially the hallway outside my room



Next day was our show at the Palace Theatre which is a beautiful old theatre in the middle of downtown.
It was a pretty good show with a very subdued audience for the most part who came alive by the end thankfully.



Earlier in the day we paid a visit to the Louisville Slugger factory. For those who know baseball, you'll know what im talking about. For those who dont its where the top quality baseball bats are made. It was actually quite interesting to see a piece of wood being turned into a bat in less than 60 seconds. And i walked away with my own Slugger...representing the RED SOX of course!


Bizarre though was this emergency exit sign i saw. Now, im all for having a back up plan but is 114 plan B's eally necessary??


Next up was a 14 hour drive to Dallas for what was left of our day off, which i spent by walking downtown to Dealey plaza and seeing the place where the JFK assassination took place in 1963. It was weird to stand on the spot where Oswald supposedly took his shot from in the Book Depository.

Its the corner window 2nd from the top, unfortunately you are not allowed cameras inside the building nowadays.
I also had a look from behind the picket fence on the grassy knoll where the theorists say the real killer was positioned.
This is the view he would have had, the car in the frame is pretty much where JFKs motorcade would have been. Now, it is marked only by a white X on the ground in the middle of the road.


It was strange to be standing in a pivotal moment in history, one that you have seen replayed for real on historical programmes and in movies. Its such a familiar place that it feels like the first time you go to New York or Hollywood. Everything almost feels like it is a movie set and someone is going to yell cut at any moment and part of the background will be wheeled away. unfortunately it was real and did really happen.