Take the Next Exit, Downshift Into a Lower Gear ...

 

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The noise and chaos of the big city is far away ...
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As Interstate turns into county blacktop and blacktop into dirt road, as fast food restaurants and convenience stores turn into barns and barbed wire fence, the stress just melts away.
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You soon come to feel that the Backroads is more than a dirt road or a string of barbed wire or colorful wildflowers in the ditch reaching for the sky ...
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More than an old weathered barn or a creek with a stone bridge or a windmill standing tall in the distance.
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More than a town diner or soda fountain or an old-fashioned general store where everyone gathers and knows your name and is glad to see you.
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More than the town ice cream social or county fair or kids faces messy with cotton candy or the ferris wheel rising up high above the town or the Saturday mornin' turtle race everyone's been talkin' about or pie eating contest or weekend barn dance.
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It's so much more than just any one of these things.  
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It's  the heart of ...


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It's a state of mind, an attitude, a way of life that you carry with you everywhere you go and share with everyone you meet.
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It's neighbors helpin' neighbors, folks sittin' out on their front porches, sippin' tea, visitin' with one another, watchin' the little ones chase fireflies across the lawn as the sun sets.
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It's somethin' that's in your heart and soul.
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It's how you treat your neighbor. It's about doin' the right thing simply cuz it's the right thing to do.
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It's about the little things, thousands of seemingly ordinary everyday events that at the time do not stand out as anything extraordinary, but end up tucked away in your heart and treasured forever.
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It's your six-year-old son - breathless with excitement, eyes filled with wonder, running into the room, opening the palm of his hand, showing you a woolly worm crawling over his fingers, a smile spreading across his face.  
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Then suddenly, as quickly as he breezed in, he's off to find more, stopping for the briefest of moments to turn and say, "I'll find some for you!"
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It's your daughter - face beaming with delight - as she chases after bubbles floating on a gentle breeze in the back yard.  Darting here then there, wherever the bubbles go, reaching out for them, giggling gleefully as her fingertips touch them and they pop.
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This is the back roads.  This is the life I know and love! 
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This is the world I wanna share with you ...
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