Our village was built on the Ohio River, and was a halting place on this great national road, then the only avenue of traffic between the South and the North.
I cook a little bit. I make a Hungarian dish called chicken paprikash that's out of this world. I'll give a heads-up to all of your readers that it doesn't have to be between Thai and Mexican every night. Toss some Hungarian in every once in a while. You will not be sorry. Good, solid peasant food.
Our most intimate contact with civilizations long since dust has been through the art which has survived them.