The hill is just steep enough in the front yard that, come snow, you can get a little momentum on a sled. You’ll veer straight into the road, where, barring a car pummeling over you at speeds higher than the sign on the telephone pole suggests, you can see the Mercer Building in the distance. The Mercer Building is the tallest building in the state; from the thirty-fifth floor, you can see clear through Downtown Louisville. Looking past the sprawling expressway, the chaos of Spaghetti Junction to the east and the icon of Churchill Downs to the south. Beyond Old Louisville and the Victorian homes-turned-apartment-segments is the Ohio river, sourced from the Alleghany and Monongahela Rivers in Pennsylvania. That’s what I keep in mind now, in Wooster, three-hundred miles of cornfield and forest northeast from the small one-bedroom on South 6th Street.