my dad was quite an eeyore.
our extended family lived in florida when i grew up, and my dad would often elucidate lengthy lists of complaints about the state of the state, and indeed, nearly any other place in the world, always ending with a wish to return to one nirvanic location.
if only he could be in his home state of kentucky, all of his problems would be solved.
apparently at some point my grandmother, who was tough enough for chicago speakeasies and whose biting wit lives on in me, had enough, and told him “things are bad all over, even in kentucky.”
no doubt with her offhand glance that would ice over hell.
the marriage to my mother lasted about a year.
the family saying lives on to this day.