A small sign and a quiet street were nearly enough to keep me moving, and that would have been a genuine loss.
There was nothing flashy pulling me in, nothing that would show up on a highlight reel or earn a double tap, just something quiet and instinctive that made me ease off the gas at exactly the right moment.
This is a tiny Amish and Mennonite community sitting just outside Sarasota, Florida, which is already a sentence that sounds like it should not exist…