If it's Tuesday, this must be Bardstown
Jimmy Carter cannot proclaim, as Stephen Foster once did, that Bardstown is My Old Kentucky Home. But after his warm and noisy welcome there last week, the President might well consider the small (pop. 7,000) town in Kentucky's bourbon and coal country a refreshing spiritual haven where Washington's incessant pressures can be, if only fleetingly, forgotten.
As the presidential limousine drove down Bardstown's main street, it was engulfed by people stretching out their hands and shouting, "Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!" Carter impulsively climbed onto the car's roof. As...
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