I was fortunate to share Tom T. Hall's declared hometown of Olive Hill, Kentucky for a short while. That is, it is no longer my or Mr. Hall's hometown. I moved to Indianapolis at the age of 11. Tom's legacy was in the form of a painted caboose resting at the top of a hill across from Gee's Bestway. Apparently Tom came to the same conclusion as my family did in that he didn't want to be associated with such a redneck armpit of a town, and so collected his caboose and took the next train out of there. So if you're ever lost in Kentucky, look for the indentation where Tom's caboose once stood.