This sign is just outside Albany, Georgia. It’s on a fairly large highway (four lanes separated by a median) just off Interstate 75. I first noticed it when I went home last February. I wanted to take a picture then, but decided I didn’t want to do the U-turn and make the two or three mile circle required to get back to the sign. I was ready on this trip. I had the family keep their eyes open so that we could stop and I could snap a shot.
I still remember when we first moved to Cairo, Georgia, about fifteen years ago. I found myself sitting at the red-light in the center of downtown Cairo. I looked to my right to see a John Deere tractor sitting beside me at the light, as if tractors and minivans should naturally be found sharing a downtown crossroad. To my left was a huge trailer absolutely full of pigs being pulled behind a pick up truck. I had to laugh out loud. This wasn’t a scene I was accustomed to seeing. But, I remember it vividly.
And this is just the scene that I miss. I miss the wave of a hand from every pick up truck that I pass on the road – IF I am also in a pick up truck (grocery-hauling brown minivans are not privy to such friendliness). I miss finding myself behind a tractor that has plow parts that would extend off the right and the left of the road if they were dropped down into position. I miss the slower pace that I am caused to take when I’m driving the back roads of Georgia. I miss the country.
Yes, the country roads, tractors and a slower pace make me happy.
What makes YOU happy this marvelous Monday morning?