On the way home this past December, I stopped off in Sullivan, IN.

Sullivan itself isn’t anything to scream about, but they do have an Amish (I believe they are old-order, but don’t quote me) population. They pull their buggies up to the hitching post in the parking lot of the main gas station and pick up members who have taken the Greyhound bus to Chicago.

These people always have to deal with being someone’s thing. They are always getting their picture taken because of their horses, buggies, and clothes.

So when this guy saw me with my camera up, he looked away.

I don’t think he realized that my motivation wasn’t to fawn over his simple life and gawk (although my real motivation probably wouldn’t have set well with him either).

Growing up when, where,  and how I did all of that stuff is old-hat to me.

Gentle reader, I will tell you right now that he was hot. I wish the pic had come out better.