A salesman, driving a route on a state highway, noticed a blacktop leading over the hill and wondered where it went.
One sunny afternoon he had a little time and drove the journey a mile or more.
As he came over a hill, from near the top, he viewed an unusual scene. The road followed a lengthy slope, across a long bridge, crossing a wide lazy river with a village of brick buildings and shope beyond.
It was such a peaceful scene that he stopped to visit with a clerk in one of the businesses.
She enjoyed the discription and analysis of his journey and the peace and joy it displayed.
She did not have the nerve to explain the rest of the story of how some folks there sought unending control over what others do, what they painted, what they planted and what they had.
Why ruin another's dream or their expectations on a beautiful sunny afternoon?