The older you are, the more likely you are to live outside the walls of social media. I went to the Boonville Indiana Walmart this morning. It was early enough that the average age of the customer was north of 55 years old. The only problem I had was navigating around small groups of people “catching up” with old friends in the isles. Actual conversations about weather, crops, shoulder pain, and grandchildren. I suspect a poll on how many knew or cared about Sydney Sweeney’s declaration of good Jeans/Genes would show results similar to how many of them had a latte in their lifetime. In these parts, we only have enough “give a shit” for important things. We only spend money on things that still have value. The parking lot is full of old trucks and four door sedans that saw their last car payment made while Zsa Zsa Gabor was still alive. Many will be getting the fried chicken special at the locally owned diner on the square. To find the best amongst us, you need only to slip outside the artificial walls of social media. Stop in a library or Post office to meet people that still hold the door open for the next person. Go to the farmers market or manual car wash to find people with an old pair of boots that fit just right (Hat tip to Guy Clark).