Ran up toward Cross Plains this evening, out where the tobacco still goes in the barns. Three of them had the side boards swung open and the sticks already hanging, and you smell it a quarter mile before you come up on it, which is about the only thing out that way that has not changed since I moved here. Fella was easing a wagon across the road in front of me and I sat there with the Heritage idling and did not mind it one bit. Came home in the dark and had the high beam on before I hit the four lane, first time this year.