The drive to New Orleans has been halted for the evening as I grew a bit drowsy as dark fell. I wondered about Bowling Green, Kentucky and so exited I-65. I saw a sign directing me to "Historic Downtown", and now find myself awaiting dinner at Verdi's on the town square, right next to a distillery of bourbon. I am reminded of dropping into Niagara-On-The-Lake for a night and I extended for a week. Could that happen in Bowling Green? Subie has plenty of oil and yet the Jiffy Lube guys in Carmel, Indiana said my oil plug had been screwed in slightly a kilter. Can't take it out without replacing all the oil. So I'll probably add a quart of Lucas once I'm one quart low to thicken up my oil. When I get home, my Tech at Fast Eddie's and I are going to have a talk. For now, Bowling Green is home, and I am charmed. The owner has brought me little loaves of bread to dip into virgin olive oil and balsamico. Dad had a bakery in the old country called Verdi 80 years ago, hence the name of the establishment. As the Greek Salad arrives, I see I have ordered too much food. The Greek Salad was amazingly fresh, the Pasta Verdi al dente and delightful and I learn Germany is the old country for this family.