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Babz Bites: Pawpaw

The Ledges. The Ledges. The Ledges.

Perhaps it’s the slight chill in the air, or maybe the fog glazing the riverside but I can’t look at Halloween decorations without craving chocolate this year.

I am truthful with my husband when I inform him my calves are only slightly tender the day after our hike to Blue Hen Falls in Cuyahoga Valley National Park in Ohio.

No, not really. I just thought I’d get your here with an attention-grabbing headline. What I would like to share with you today are some thought experiments. I expect at one time or another, you were given something like these in school, so I decided it might be fun to…

Convinced I didn’t like tomatoes, I turned my nose up the first time my grandmother, Nan-Nan, handed me a perfectly toasted, mayo smeared, shiny lettuce, multicolored tomato sandwich.

I have been watching “The Professor of Rock” on YouTube recently, and I heard the Prof mention something about one-hit wonders. You know, a musical artist who has a single monster hit, only to have the song fade away, taking the artist with it.

I fold my nearly six-foot-tall frame into the square-shaped stone opening of Khafre Pyramid in Giza, Egypt. The narrow passage is illuminated by what little sunlight sneaks around from behind me and from the glow of soft yellow lights lining the floor in front of me.

Almost every Sunday my husband Alex asks me what I’d like to do for dinner. Despite acting like I’m open to anything, he and I both know deep down what I really want is fried chicken at a picnic table by the river.

Last Sunday, our morning walk found my husband and me on The University of Kentucky campus. We’d stayed in a downtown hotel after attending a performance at The Lexington Opera House (Sidebar: Catch Justin Willman: Illusionati Tour in person if you can, or soon on Netflix).