Welcome

Kenny will tell you he's just a regular person. "I'm nobody special," he says with a laugh. But sit with him for a few minutes and a different picture emerges, one of a man who found himself in financial crisis, asked for help, and rebuilt with remarkable determination.

Generations of families have called Georgetown home, their roots running deep into the limestone soil of Williamson County. Among them is Emily, an eighth-generation Georgetownian whose ancestor, Greenleaf Fisk, served as the county’s first judge. Her childhood memories are stitched into the fabric of the town—racing down “jail hill” on her bike, crossing Williams Drive when traffic was sparse, and watching prisoners from the minimum-security jail leave for work during the day and return at night. As a child, Emily lived in the house across from the jail, which is now 309 Coffee. Georgetown has changed, but Emily’s connection to it has remained steadfast.