Infuriating you say? It infuriates me too. Does our fury come from the same place? I'm not really sure, but I think mine comes from a sense of being hunted down, corralled, and caged. Where does your fury come from. I want to know.
Rural America is my home. I serve diner, gourmet, seven course, and homecooked thoughts — but spare me chain food served on thoughtless trains of thought.