Life Americana

I drove down to Indiana to visit my brother. I've been looking forward to this for some time. Last year during my first year of law school coming down to Indiana was like an oasis in the desert. This year I'm on top of things a little more and able to relax and enjoy it a lot more. I'm not the raving spastic I was last time. On the drive down I drove through Wisconsin, the birthplace of my Mother and where my Grandpa grew up. I loved the rolling hills and the fall leaves. There was a farm on the side of the road that was meticulously taken care of, contrasted with the well groomed field behind it and the forested hill top with the browns, reds and yellows that signal the changing seasons. That is what made America great. The ability for someone by the sweat of their brow and labor of their hands to make a living for themselves. Times have changed, labor is almost looked down upon as something that only immigrants do. But in this little farm on I-94 it was still alive and well.
As I got closer to West Lafayette, it was about 8 o'clock and of course pitch black. There was a little 2 story farm house. The type you always wanted to own. White with a wrap around pouch and a big tree in the front yard. They had lit candles and placed them in all of the windows. The warm glow lit up the drapes that made the square window against the contrast of the pitch black night. I looked again in my rear view window to take in the simple farm life again. The midwest is great for these reasons.