When I was growing up, my parents always took us to "early" mass on Sunday morning. Then they would pick up the BEST doughnuts for breakfast. We didn't have to do many chores that day, and usually we all would pile into the car and take a Sunday afternoon drive through the countryside. Many times we would end up in Uniontown for an evening meal of hamburgers. Eating out was a treat for our family of seven. Where have those carefree Sunday drives gone?