Interning at The Kentucky Standard in the Bourbon Capital of the World? Breathe it in, swirl it around, sip it, swish it and enjoy

Nacogdoches Miller, Kentucky Standard, Bardstown; Morehead State University


Nacogdoches Miller

From Day One of my summer internship at The Kentucky Standard I hit the ground running, even before signing my paperwork. The proper answer to any question of, “Can you cover this?” should always be “yes” when in the Bourbon Capital of the World, because even the mundane offers a chance for something more. It’s a newsy town, bourbon or otherwise.

It comes in many ways, from covering burning bunghole manors to horseback riding with cowboys and an intense ride-along beside EMTs dealing with an ever-changing wave of information during a pandemic.

Treat your time here like the world-class bourbon they make. Breathe it in, swirl it around, sip it, swish it and enjoy the full-flavored taste.

I’ve been told more than once that “I was robbed” of the full Bardstown experience because I didn’t get to see the Bourbon Capital in its full, tourist-drenched glory, but I politely disagree. While my time here was not one filled with the usual festivities, it has been an adventure into unknown waters and full of splendor. I hope no other intern ever has to deal with these unorthodox circumstances given the times. But this one was mine and one of a kind.

What I have taken away from the events of this summer is how to think on my feet and to say yes when a unique photo opportunity is presented. I hope I got them all.

Bardstown is a unique town and you never know what you’ll find here or what will happen right behind the office, from arson to hit-and-runs. This place is not for the those who want a quiet ride.

I have slept on couches to tell stories at 5 a.m., spent the night cleaning up a flooding basement, made photos of a 90-year-old firefighter, and, as I write this, I am awaiting a call to head out with the local sheriff’s office for the arrest of a man for attempted murder. This town is a live wire and the people here live with a finger on the pulse.

I only wish there was more time left. There is a plethora of stories to be told, and photos to make, and I haven’t nearly the time to tell them. The hardest part will be walking off with some feeling that a story is left without the proper ending.

It’s been a ride from beginning to end and I encourage buying the ticket.

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