I'm pulling over, and I mean that in a good way. Not like a threatening-my-kids way...."if you kids don't stop fighting, I'm pulling over"...you see the kids and I are going to North Carolina today , for a long weekend, to see my brother and his family, and I am driving. This means when something strikes my fancy, I'm pulling over. Fresh peaches-YES, fireworks-why not, yard sales-definately! Growing up, we always took long road trips, but it was always about getting to the destination. We didn't stop unless we HAD to. These days I'm all about the journey, and the unexpected things you find along the way. So when I see something that looks interesting, you can be sure, I'm pulling over...