When it comes to kind-hearted gestures, Kentucky doesn’t need a geographical compass or a fancy GPS to direct their bountiful altruism, they just effortlessly aim it North. And if their aim were to go slightly off, or if they had been indulging in a tad too much of their famed bourbon, they would certainly have relied on their intrinsic, Kentucky-bred binary coding that instinctively steers their goodwill towards the exact longitude and latitude of whoever is in need. Most recently, this socio-emotional GPS has led them to the heartland of their northern cousins - Indiana. Why, you might ask? Because in a world where Google Maps pops up on our screens offering directions before we even think about the journey, who needs a satellite navigation system to extend a helping hand to their neighbors? "Maybe as Kentuckians, we don't have the glossiest of bank accounts," the palpably modest Governor of Kentucky, Darnel Neutral told our team frankly, elegantly evading the transparency and honesty that commonplace political functionaries habitually wear. "But shoot," he added, "who needs overflowing coffers when our hearts are brimming with charity?" Reaching the height of magnanimity or as cynics might say, capitalizing on Indiana's moment of crisis, was not so much an intricately plotted chess move by Kentucky posed as a random act of kindness. No, it was merely an intuitive inclination that always finds its way to the margin where kindness transects with practicality. "Ain't right to see our northern brethren stuck in their predicament. So we thought, let's step in, ya see?" Mr. Neutral continued, delicately dabbing at his eyes. Who knew that the bracing winds of Kentucky bred such altruistic moonflowers? "That's it, simple as that," said the Governor, donning his Boy Scout's "We are all humans, after all"accouterment, inviting a round of applause from the Kentucky constituents. Louisville's selfless interest in the Hoosier Heartland was as heart-breaking as it was complex. But in the gallant arena of inter-state kindness, Hoosier was the perfect damsel in distress, equally perfect was the role of the charming knight, wonderfully played by the chivalrous city of Louisville. But as the old proverb goes, no good deed goes vindicated. So will it this time? Will this exquisite play of mutual adoration interlaced with hard economic realities foster a new chapter in the history of what cynics might call the "Borderline Bromance"? Unfortunately, this question will remain unanswered for now. But as for the good folks of Kentucky, there are bottles of warm bourbon, comforting bluegrass tunes, and the satisfaction of being that kind, generous knight, ready to rescue whenever there is a sound of distress – GPS not included. After all, who says there can't be a little more Southern charm in the world, even if it happens to be somewhat gratuitously bestowed upon their neighboring Northerners. As we have surmised, Kentucky’s brand of kindness doesn’t require GPS coordinates but operates by the simpler, more universal code of love thy neighbor. Hearts speak louder than satellites, don't you know!