An account of my Saturday

I decided late in the week to go to Tell City because the Pour Haus pub there had been on my mind lately. Not that it’s particularly noteworthy—it’s just how this particular day-trip itch popped up for me. So with a few episodes of The Emerald loaded up, I headed south. After brief visits at family graves, I stopped first at Saint Joseph’s Holy Family near Bristow. It’s a wonderful folk shrine that I’ll definitely be visiting again when I can walk it more slowly. Religious devotion is blended with natural beauty very effectively here. The caretaker told me they had a Eucharistic revival at the site a couple of years ago, complete with a tent and a week’s worth of Masses. Who knew Catholics had tent revivals? From there I drove south on 545 to Troy and then on 66 to Tell City for lunch. I made a quick visit to Cannelton just to drive over the Ohio River bridge into Kentucky, where I made an immediate U-turn. So I was in Kentucky for 30 seconds. Back up to Troy and visited the Christ of…