On Monday, I had to drive to Springfield to meet my boss so that he could do about 3 1/2 minutes of television and then I drove back to Jefferson City. I like to minimize my time in Springfield, but it was still a lot of driving for a tiny bit of purpose.
The thing about driving anywhere from Jefferson City is that nothing is convenient to or from the capital city. Thus, the drive to Springfield is a drive that is on a minimum of three minor highways. And a substantial part on roads with intermittent passing lanes.
Well mid-day Monday driving is not unpleasant, even if it is exhausting. And, at the very least, one can find some good radio stations. I love to find random country stations that play old-timey music. Now, I will say that I currently live in a town with a station that plays the “best mix of the 70s, 80s, and today.” Of course, the “today” spans 30 years, I guess. Whatever, it’s a great station.
I heard some old Dolly, some old Waylon, Hank Williams, and oddly, a lot of Keith Urban whilst scanning the various radio stations between Jefferson City, the Lake of the Ozarks, and Springfield. Midland (featured in the photo I took so I’d remember the song) is a current band, with an old-timey sound. And I like them. And I liked this song.
I was exhausted when I got back to work (and the multiple meetings etc that awaited me), but I was also grateful for the approximately six hours alone in the car with nothing but the radio. Thankfully, I wasn’t in a hurry and the music was fine.