I’m sure there are a lot of us who remember our parents and grandparents taking us for rides in the country, typically on Sunday afternoons. As we grew older, and once cars were accessible to the average Carmi teen, the country represented freedom. Somebody wise once said that a little freedom is a dangerous thing, and they were right. But the country was, and remains still, magical, and as much a part of Carmi’s fabric of experience as any street in town.
