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Rivals, Ky.


Somewhere, appropriately enough, between Lexington and Louisville, off Interstate 64, south on Ky. 55, swinging through Ky. 1169 because the 55 turn is so confusing, and looking for a big 45-degree hook in the road, you find three houses in the bottomland and wonder, who is at war here? It is neither Wildcat nor Cardinal. No sign of either on the eve of the big football game. It’s the tiny community of Rivals, Ky. in Spencer County. Photographs by Charles Bertram/ Words by Amy Wilson

Globe, KY


Between the metropoli of Olive Hill and Morehead, there is and always has been Globe. If you are the town’s main road (U.S.60) at early rush hour, it is three miles of constant traffic. If you are a side road off the main road, it is just-skedaddled deer and red bud-cluttered hollows. Eighty-eight-year-old Claude “Hawkeye” Erwin has spent a lifetime — save the time he spent on a Navy ship during World War II — on this mildly populated stretch of earth. It is earth he has hunted, earth he has dug, earth he inherited and earth he has bought and paid for. “This place has everything,” he says. It always has. Words by Amy Wilson/Photographs by Charles Bertram | Staff

Pilgrim, KY

Near Pigeon Roost and next to Wolf Creek sits the tiny community of Pilgrim, Ky., a community in one of the farthest reaches of Martin County. Pilgrim is perhaps the most perfectly named place to celebrate Thanksgiving. Photographs by Charles Bertram | Staff

Red House in Red House


The people of Red House have made their town impossible to forget. Coming from the outskirts, the Red House Baptist Church is only a harbinger of things to come. Next up Red House Road, Red House United Methodist Church, then Red House Red House Records and Recording Studio, the Red House Country Store, then Red House Automotive. Drive slow and on the eastern side of the road, opposite the railroad tracks, you’ll see the actual red house the town was named for. Can’t miss it, it’s the biggest and reddest thing in town. Words by Amy Wilson/Photographs by Charles Bertram

Raining in Rain


The map said Rain would be right where Knox and Whitley counties bump up near Goldens Creek. There’s a community there, all right, and it was raining, dogs if not cats, but nobody within a good mile or so had ever, ever heard of the town called by that name. Which didn’t mean the townsfolks had nothing to say. At the Peace Grocery #2, men who had lived around these parts forever sat on an old church pew, looked out on the green lush landscape around them and ruminated on the dilemma of the never-heard-of-town-name, so much rain this year, the president of the United States having a beer this week with strangers and why they can’t get rid of their wives. Except that, of course, Clarence Peace, also known as “Hunk”, never has had one. Photos by Charles Bertram/Words by Amy Wilson

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