It was the Blue Mountain Service Plaza on the Pennsylvania Turnpike only a few hours ago....proving that one can have an epiphany almost anywhere. My wife and I sat down at one of the tables for a bite to eat before continuing over the mountains and on to Western Pennsylvania. I looked to my left....about ten feet.....and there was Starbucks. I then looked to my right....about ten yards or so....and there was a big photo of Leonard Slye looking at me. You probably know him as Roy Rogers. I looked left again....Starbucks.....and back to Roy......paused.....then once again......Starbucks to my left....and Roy to my right. My wife asked me what I was doing....she really should know better. I told her that right before us was a microcosm of the transformation of America.....encapsulating the culinary tastes and cultural alternatives of the Trump voter....on my right and her left.....and that of the Hillary/Obama voter....on my left and her right. She looked to her right....and then to her left....and said....."What?" I explained that we have gone from the singing cowboy.....Roy Rogers....Dale Evans.....their Jeep Nellybelle......and their dog Bullet.... the Wonder Dog.....(my first dog was named Bullet after him)....to baristas and scones. We've gone from Happy Trails to New Age and Hip Hop.....form Ovaltine to Green Tea Creme Frappuccino....and here we are in this service plaza given a clear choice on what ideology to support. I don't think she said anything after that.....probably too immersed in the gravity of it all. It dawned on me later that she ordered from Starbucks while I ordered from Roy Rogers! The gravity of the situation then hit me.
