So way back in the day (mid 90’s or so) my family lived in a log cabin on 10 acres of land in a rural area 10 minutes or so out of town. It wasn’t totally the sticks, but you could definitely hear banjo music in the background sometimes.

At the end of our nearly 1/4 mile long driveway was one of those roads that was also technically a “State Highway”. In the AM I’d trudge down to wait for the bus, when I got home I’d grab the mail and carry it back.