My last day at work.
This is my column from Weekender today. It's all true. -- Jamie G.
It's all about...
Not knowing what to say.
Why? Because I’ll move to Atlanta in March for a job at The Atlanta Journal-Constitution. I’ll leave behind all these wonderful friends and co-workers and continue this ruse that I’m a Midwesterner on an extended vacation in the South.
This is my last column here. It’s All About, the blog, will live online for a while, until it shifts over into that techno-purgatory where old, neglected Web sites dwell. It’s tough to leave with many reasons to stay, so many things left unfinished.
What’s going to happen to The Dame, Buster’s, our music scene, our nightlife?
When will the Kentucky National Guard unit I embedded with in Iraq make it home?
Will I even recognize this place when I swing through on the 12-hour trek back to my parents’ homes in Michigan?
I think so. I hope so.
In three years, I’ve met more thoughtful and engaging talkers, artists, haters, lovers, underdogs, egos, sweethearts, activists, geeks, fanatics and pals than I ever expected. You can find all those on the walk between Rupp Arena and the Kentucky Theatre if you’re willing to make eye contact and smile. As I’m leaving, I have a few wishes for you:
- That you won’t believe it when people say there’s nothing here to do. You live in one of the most beautiful places on earth. There’s plenty to do. We built LexGo.com just to track it all. And whenever there’s an empty space or a free moment, some creative type here takes it into his or her own hands and fills it. Smile and make eye contact with those people, in particular.
- That the University of Kentucky will have a hugely successful and inspiring basketball season — the stuff of triumphant TV movies and serious local pride. It’s one of the few things here that would give almost everybody a moment, if not a year, of joy, and I want that for you.
- That Kentucky will continue its strange brand of pop-culture dominance, whether it’s through George Clooney at the Oscars, David and Mary Conley on The Amazing Race or the never-ending supply of youngsters on the Jeopardy Teen Tournament. Just be careful about the reality shows — we’re easy prey, but we’re also smarter than that.
- That a few menus in town will always, always, always include black-bottom banana pie, doughy pretzels the size of my hand, vegetarian burgers (even at dive bars!) and Ale-8-One served in a green glass bottle.
- That you will stay scrappy and romantic about whatever causes, scenes and ideas you believe in. This is your city, and inside it is your neighborhood, your block, your home. Turn them into places you want them to be, not the places you think they should be, or the places they were when you showed up.
I recently spent time with a Transylvania University class trying to focus some community-building attention on the North Limestone neighborhood. Last week, a writer from Cincinnati’s Over-the-Rhine area talked to the class about loving her neighborhood when nobody else did, and how powerful it was to start writing there. To her surprise, people wanted to hear what she had to say. She wished the students all the best, along with any of the other hangers-on who had gathered around the back area at Al’s Bar to listen. “I want the best for you because you’re sitting here listening to me,” Melissa Mosby said. “It is so important to be listened to.”
That’s what I wish for Lexington: You’ll listen to each other, your history and your ideas for the future. Listen to what’s going on around you. I’m honored that you listened to me, even when I didn’t know what to say. I adored making it my job to listen to you. When I’m back in town, I hope you’ll smile, make eye contact and wave, because I’m quite sure now that’s what we’re all about.









