I made the one hour drive into town this morning for a quick breakfast at Waffle House. The place was packed with happy, smiling faces. People of all ages and different walks of life. Lots of laughter filled the diner. The jovial banter from servers confirmed the tone of a people at peace with themselves. An oversized American flag prominently displayed on the wall. The jukebox played a Conway Twitty tune followed by Bing Crosby's White Christmas. Old pickup trucks and 8 cylinder cars throughout the parking lot, relics of the past. For the 30 minutes I was there, it was like a Norman Rockwell scene. But this is rural Appalachia... not the tumultuous America offered up on our tv screens. The resistance to change runs deep here.