|Somewhere along NC Route 210 this morning.|
Charming town, this is. The people are pleasant in this (as of this writing) small suburb of Fayetteville.
It's growing, of course, as so many areas do, and given the way North Carolina is increasing in population, it's no surprise.
According to the 2010 census, Stedman had a population of 1,028 and that has gone up quite a bit since then.
I'm here to take care of family for the week, including driving two great nieces to and from school every day. Exhausting, but fun also.
So this morning, we listened to some tunes (overall kids just aren't interested in the stuff I listen to) as we drove. They headed off to embrace learning, and I returned to the road. As always, morning radio leaned towards blabber, so I passed*.
*There's a classic rock station, and it's not bad, but they need to be convinced that it's OK to play something other than Aerosmith. No, really. It will be OK. I'll spare you the usual "Mellencamp rant."
So I motored along, making my way to Interstate 95**.
** If my niece Kristy reads this, I have yet to take the same route to drive your daughters to school. I know you don't take 95 but, well, you know me. Your girls think I'm nuts (and I am), but there's something really cool about jumping on 95 to take them to school.
I decided I was in the mood for...wait for it...Huey Lewis and the News. The greatest hits would do.
That's when it came on: Jacob's Ladder. The song, penned by Bruce and John Hornsby, speaks of the daily struggles of life and the rejection of a lot of the hard-charging organized religion.
I don't think the Hornsby's wrote it about me (not that I'm aware of), but my God (see what I did there?) did it strike me in 1986 as I played side one, track one of Fore.
I had reasons it did so then, and I still do.
Anyway, it probably isn't a surprise that there are plenty of God-fearing types around Fayetteville. We'll not pass judgement but I couldn't help to chuckle at the juxtaposition of yours truly -- heathen am I -- in the south, in a town with a "24-Hour Prayer Marathon" sign (scheduled for next week!), blasting Jacob's Ladder.
If I could have gotten the stereo on the nifty Nissan Altima I'm driving to go to the proverbial (again, see what I did?) eleven (This is Spinal Tap reference), I would have.
It's been a mantra for a long time:
"All I want from tomorrow is to get it better than today."It still rings true.
Incidentally, if you're going to to go all-in on such, then give me a fiery Baptist preacher, like the one I was listening to the other morning on the radio. The brimstone and organ was a nice touch.
"Sing along, send some money. Join the chosen few."