Amish Cowboys

If you know Teri, you know that she loves—in no particular order and to varying degrees—her family, sweat pants, Jesus, TLC, and Amish people. It’s been said that she and her mom once successfully stalked Central Pennsylvania on the hunt for the Amish. So it was a joyous event when, on the return trip from Cape May, we saw some Amish folk at a Somerset rest stop. (They presumably have accepted fast food pizza and Cokes into their lifestyle...if not yet zippers.) Owen shared his mother’s fascination with the Amish, but did not share his mother’s tact (tact--like the time when I had to snap a picture of her as she was strategically placed to maximize the Amish people-filled background at, ironically, a different rest stop). Owen—always at maximum volume—this time while pointing, quizzically asked, “Who’s that cowboy? Who’s that cowboy?” Straw hats, cowboy hats—close enough.