Some mornings while driving the 19-mile stretch from the farm to our studio in Floyd, I turn to the Washington traffic reports and revel in the fact that traffic is backed up on most major highways around the nation’s capital while I’m clicking along at 55-60 miles per hour on U.S. 221.
It’s a perverse pleasure but one that always brings a smile. Too many people in Washington arrive at work hassled by traffic or the sardine can-like conditions on the Metro. I arrive relaxed after a pleasant drive through the country.
Yes, life is good.