where we are and go

Linh Dinh is, among other things, checking out the Westernization of Iceland this weekend, by way of invitation to read his poems at a festival. He mentioned seeing KFC and Taco Bell.
I brought Ruby, my daughter, to Holmesburg Library today to check out books, then went to Dunkin Donuts because I was so sleepy.
Ruby noted the "America Runs On Dunkin" on my latte, with extra shot. America seems to be this way, like a constantly humming machine -- from "Family" restaurants, like Applebee's and Friendly's, to fast food joints, to the Targets and Wal-marts, it's stop and go, keep moving, achieving some kind of end which is not in sight.
Why does anyone want to do this, be this way?
I do like hanging out with Ruby and taking a moment to see what's out the window, my Autumn leaves returning to scatter again. Incidently, I have been here before: this Dunkin Donuts, when I was a kid, was a Jack-in-the-Box, then a Seafood America. It's not ironic, I have to smile.