Slowing down for death
Although I live nine miles away from town, there is nothing much to slow me down on my way in. After the first two miles of tooth-rattling dirt road, it is a straight shot down state highway 17, with only one stop sign between me and the city limits. Every now and then I get stuck behind a school bus or a chicken truck, but on the average it is a 15-minute ride past cow pastures, a couple of churches and Sonny’s Famous BBQ stand.