Pepper distillery every single time without ever knowing the significance of that huge ruin. I would often ride in the pick-up with my Dad down onto Manchester Street, past the big quarry and on into downtown for any number of reasons, going right past the abandoned James E. My Father’s first horse farm was located in what is now a light industrial park, near where Old Frankfort Pike crosses over New Circle Road, and one of my uncles once worked at a now defunct food distributor on Manchester Street*. In my young mind, Lexington was the center of our family business, the horse business, with bourbon being something they did out in Louisville, Frankfort, Bardstown and Loretto. While growing up in Lexington, I never had even the slightest notion that my hometown had once been a major center of Kentucky’s bourbon industry.
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