When we hit the pumpkin patch a few days ago, we called up some friends who lived close and asked if they wanted to join us. And because they choose to humor the people who can never make plans ahead of time or give anyone notice, they met up with us en route. (Personally, I think it was because they thought that we just might show up on their doorstep and wanted us to stay the heck away from their house.) We stopped by the side of the road so they could catch up with us and follow us to the not-so-easy-to-find farm. I looked out of the car window and felt like I could have walked across the street and into a movie scene set in the early 1900s.

And then was jarred out of nostalgia when I looked to my left and found the Free Clinic: