People are always talking about going to the country these days. I have an uncle who lives out in the hills of Kentucky. I went there to see him. I drove my car on the blacktop as far as it went, then took a gravel road and then a dirt road. I had to hire a mule and wagon, and when the road ran out, I unhitched the wagon, and rode the mule for a while. Finally, I had to swing across the creek on a grapevine to get to my uncle's house, and when I got there, I found a note on the door that said, "Gone to the country."