I'm Calling A Doctor

I walked up to the courthouse before lunch and found the town square relatively peaceful. For whatever reason, there weren't a bunch of cars fighting for parking spaces, I didn't see anyone else on the sidewalks, and the sky was a nicely overcast with brisk weather but with no wind. And then I walked by Sweetie Pie's Ribeyes (still the most confusing restaurant name in Wise County history), and heard the gentle tones of "Neon Moon" by Brook and Dunn. And I thought . . . . This is a pretty nice scene. Something is wrong with me. Definitely wrong.