Portsmouth is a funky Rust Belt town hard on the Ohio River. A century ago the city had 50,000 residents, now it is down to about 20,000. The world's largest manufacturer of shoelaces is in Portsmouth but I didn't find it. Portsmouth is currently in dispute with the Army Corps of Engineers and the Commonwealth of Kentucky regarding Indian Head Rock. For the moment the rock is being stored in a city garage. I didn't find the rock either.
What I did find was the Original Hamburger Inn No. 1 on the industrial east end of town. There I was taking this picture when a couple of kids out of a Norman Rockwell illustration come walking home from school. It was a girl about ten years old and her younger brother.
The girl asks me "Hey, mister, why are you taking a picture of that building? Are you a reporter?"
I told her, no, I just liked the sign, building and bright colors. She sounded disappointed when she said "Oh, a tourisist."
That was the second-best moment on the whole trip.
Having had a healthy soup and salad at the Market Cafe in the historic Boneyfiddle District across town I did not try a burger. Maybe next time. I did, however, visit a couple of other dining establishments in town.