This Sunday

The day is partly cloudy and hot in Pelham, Alabama. With Freddy home we splurge for breakfast at Cracker Barrel. I sit in a rocking chair in the front of the restaurant, watching the cars pass up and down I-65 as I wait. It strikes me as funny that I am ordering takeout breakfast in the town where I live as I watch dozens of cars race up and down the local interstate, thousands of people passing thru our town everyday on their way to somewhere. Where are all of these people going?