Miracle in Corbin

On one of my frequent trips through Eastern Kentucky I happened to stay on US 25 and cruised through downtown Corbin.Over the years Corbin has had more than its share of firsts and brushes with fame. You can motor right by the first Kentucky Fried Chicken Restaurant where Colonel Harlan Sanders gave birth to his secret herbs and spices that made Kentucky fried chicken a global power. It was only after Gov. John Y. Brown acquired it that it grew like a cholesterol flood across all national borders and covered the globe with its brown gravy- slimed mashed potatoes. Yes, you can step into the most sacred of sacred restaurant shrines where Mr. Sanders morphed into the Colonel.I think that perhaps the spread of KFC into the Soviet Union and the Eastern Bloc nations singlehandedly caused the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the USSR. Maybe that's why Premier Putin is such a small man in stature. There's a dissertation in there someplace. As I progressed through Corbin I turned off from mainstreet and came upon a bizarre sight. There, parked along side a small business was this big old steamboat Lincoln Continental. It was the old style body, you know the kind that was all square with chrome everywhere, and the big humongus Mack Truck grill. The car had been one of those Designer editions with a half-vinyl top and those port hole opera lights in the roof. All in all , like Colonel Sanders it was what made America seem overdone to the rest the world. What really set the car apart was that it looked to have lost in a demolition derby. One whole side was caved in and chrome was dragging on the ground. What small area that wasn't dented was filthy dirty.It was a testimony that the thing had come to town on its own power. The truly wonderous part of this picture was a license plate on the front that proclaimed"GOD COPILOT'.Can you visualize the mentality that would brag about that? Maybe if he or she had let God have more of a role their car wouldn't have been such a mess.What sort of Cro-magnon believes God is subordinate to them as they tool their designer series Lincoln through the streets that once saw the dreams of the Colonel come to life?"My pappy said, 'son you're going to drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln' "