There’s something awful special about seeing the South from the pavement of asphalt back roads mostly forgotten by the majority of population. It is there among scrub pines, pecan trees and cattle watering in a nearby stream, that you will behold a sight that soothes the soul. You will find peace amidst the rustle of a slight breeze. You will see the remnants of a day’s sweat and the strong reminders of simple times. On these rural routes we sometimes drive, it is easy to catch a shade tree mechanic at work on his old car or a woman knocking at a door while holding a casserole dish in the other hand.