Was there a couple of years ago and visited the baseball museum and Kentucky Bourbon. Received a miniature baseball bat that I gave to the stepson of the boss who has Downs syndrome.
I came in on a special passenger train that was rocked by the local ferals as we slowly came to a signal stop as we headed toward downtown from the south. We were directed to hunker down and stay away from the windows. An urgent call went out to the train dispatcher to give us a green signal and alert police to our predicament.
Not everyone can or should be expected to carry and brandish a loaded .44.