I was driving down this country back road, outside of Roanoke VA, and on the side of the road, sitting on a hill there was this old farmhouse. It was white, with the wrap around porch and rocking chairs. It was really neat and just reminded you of that country farm-house feel, especially since that is exactly what it was. It had the barb wire fence on those old wood posts with cows and sheep and duckies. A lake and it was on a hill over looking fields and fields of crops.
I decided it would just be un-American if I didn’t stop and say hi. So I turned off the Garmin GPS and followed a winding country road until I found that house. Of course it was about 20 minutes out of my way, but it was America and I was on a road trip. I pulled my BMW up the winding gravel road up the the house. I was sure Pa would be coming out with a shotgun any minute. When I got up the the house it was America, I had arrived.
Ma and Pa, or Mr and Mrs Jones came on out the house to take a gander at what the road had dragged in to their part of the world. They were much younger than I though. I expected them to be about 50 or older, but they were about my age. Hard-working early risers, fearing Jesus and loving life. Good people and happy to see me and chat about life in the country.
I didn’t talk politics or religion, I only was there because I liked their home. When I told them I was SteveO and on a road trip to discover the truth they were at ease. I’m not looking for the truth out there, but looking for the truth in me. We talked for about an hour and then once again I was on my way.
This is America and I am SteveO
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