 Montgomery, Alabama, 36121. It was fall and my wife and I were making our annual pilgrimage to go falling in northwest New Jersey. We had our cider and our donuts and we saw the great autumn art show. Now we had kind of strolled along looking at everything. Now I was in a hurry to get home. Wasn't happy when I came over the hill and saw bumper to bumper. Yeah. So I was forced to do something I can't ever remember doing on that little country highway. Drive slow.