Thank you!
'Sure was waving in my heart, thinking about all the freepers in all the states we passed though.
Had a really neat experience just outside of Columbus.
We were cruising down the interstate, when suddenly I turned to our daughter (who was driving) and said,
"Can you feel it?"
"Feel what?" she asked.
"'Not sure," I said, " but it just feels different."
Not 2 minutes later she sad. "LOOK!" and pointed off to the right.
There, not more than a few blocks off the highway, was the most tranquil picture I'd ever laid eyes on. Beautiful hillside farm scene, with a little dirt road and a horse and buggy rounding a corner, carrying a young Amish dad with his arm on the backboard behind his little son about Missy's age, wearing an exact miniature version of his father's clothes -- flat straw hat, brilliant blue short sleeved shirt and black suspender pants.
Of all the sights on that trip, that quick timeless glimpse is what I remember most. ":^)
And I remembered President Bush speaking with the Amish community and getting their support.
Ahhh, you dropped into the time warp of Amish country. It is so beautiful and tranquil. I feel so sorry for those who live in the blue streaks of America. They have lost touch with what this country was once about.