Watching a baseball game while working through a bag of Peanuts (Remember when a ballpark used to reek of cigar smoke, beer, hot dogs, fresh cut grass and dirt? The sights and sounds of pregame BP and warm ups? People using their scorecards? Organ music? That was atmosphere! There was no blaring hip- hop "music" or idiots using spud guns to shoot cheap t-shirt's into the stands? Nobody talking on their cell phone next to you; people were there to watch the game).
Southern cooking (It's hard to beat pork bbq, fried chicken, catfish, fried okra, hushpuppies, slaw, greens, pintos, sweet potato pie, banana pudding, iced tea, etc).
Southern humor (Last week I was talking with an elderly friend in Wilmington, North Carolina. He told me "it's so hot- This morning I saw a dog chasin' a cat and they was both walkin'". I've heard dozens of these over the years, I love em'!).
Amateur Sports (In an era of spoiled, cheating professional athletes; watching a good little league, high school, or college game is a distinct pleasure. I'm also disgusted by the owners, unions, and media who enabled these idiots! It really doesn't matter which sport).
Silence (I love not hearing a TV, radio, cell phone ring/ conversation, etc. This is especially true on a nice, long ride. Just the pedals turning on a finely tuned bike).
A good book (I love a comfortable chair, a cup of joe, and a good read. I love feeling the "heft" of a book in my hands!).
The sights and smell of a bike shop (Bikes, wheels, and tires. A mechanic turning a wrench, or truing a wheel. A conversation taking place. If you don't get it, that's o.k. But you're missing out on something beautiful).
Home garden's (Grow your own! It's always better than what you get at the store. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, beats a tomato sandwich with a tomato from your own garden! Plus, playing in the soil is therapeutic).
