Ten years ago I was desperately trying to sink my teeth into my new Portland neighborhood. My old Portland neighborhood, where I had spent the previous 25 years, was 2,500 miles away and I was in a real sink or swim situation. Outside of a few rock and roll tours through Louisville in a past life, I knew nothing about Kentucky. Thanks to some Zillowing back in Oregon, I was suddenly the fourth owner of a pristine 19th-century brick mansion on West Main Street.