Ok, you know when you are living in the country. I stopped at the gas station on my way into town for a cup of coffee. (She says, fondly remembering a place called Starbucks. It seems so long ago. Sigh.) I was greeted by a man who appeared to have come into town for his monthly shopping. His arms heavy laden, he still managed to reach into his bag of pork rinds. He stopped and looked into the bag, took a whiff, frowned and said, “Oh my goodness. Just bought me a fresh bag of pork rinds from in the store and they smell like road kill. Here…smell this!” Ummmm, no thanks. I smiled politely and dodged a little to the right. Bless his heart. It would be my luck that was Jesus and I wasn’t extraordinarily kind. Sigh.

I love this place! Where else can you buy pepperoni rolls, pickled eggs, a deer stand, and camo printed burlap by the yard? AND…they have this uber cool book trade stand on the front porch! This is the heart of America and I’m proud to call it “home”. This is West Virginia!