Long week into the past

It felt like a step back into the past last week with the trip to Murray, KY. It was technologically as advanced as Lexington. There were fast food and slow food places. There was a dreaded Wal-Mart. There were cars and bars. (There was only one place to karaoke !!)

What made it feel like a step into the past was the density. There was traffic, but not the continual stream and volume of Lexington. There were choices, but not the sheer volume of choices at home. There were strip shops and car dealers. There was a fair amount of gas stations. It just wasn't as rushed as home.

It is the eternal paradox. We want the ease of finding what we want, but we want the lay back air of a small town. We can't have both. At first, when you enter a small town 'blast from the past', you fall in lust with the simplicity. The longer you stay, however, you begin to miss the choices, the ease of the big town.

It was great to be there. It was great to come home to the hustle, bustle, bad traffic, crowded stores, and close choices.

A friend said a little rhyme once. I (obviously) remember it to this day.

As a rule, man is a fool
When it is hot, he wants it cool
When it is cool, he wants it hot
Man generally wants, whatever it is not

Home, sweet home !