A mission to sell more news journals took me from Tennessee into Kentucky where the presence of KFC was immediate and abundant. Chicken-ladened billboards abound.

And the birthplace of Col. Harlan Sanders is listed as an “attraction” on the info sign at the Corbin exit of I-75. I didn’t stop, having just stretched my legs at an antique mall devoid of any good baseball stuff. But may catch it on a return trip.

Checking into my hotel in Lexington, I was pleased to see so many good dinner choices within walking distance — since getting back into my car was undesired. Bounding down the sidewalk on a perfect spring evening, I carefully considered my options.

Malone’s. Carrabba’s. Max and Erma’s. T.G.I.Friday. Old Chicago. Outback. And many more.

But as I crossed Man O’ War Blvd, a KFC on the corner caught my eye — and apparently my taste buds. After completing my combination exercise/restaurant search, I entered KFC and ordered the combination grilled chicken meal.

The Colonel made me do it. I had been conditioned by the signs and symbols along the Interstate.

There has to be a lesson here that will help with selling subscriptions to Baptists Today. I’ve just got to figure out what it is.

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