Richard Groves Winston-Salem Journal The first time you see a black Amish buggy on a country road, you smile. You canât help it. When you see a sprawling Amish farm with a large barn and a tall domed silo and a man in the field plowing with a team of horses and, behind the house, a clothesline filled with the morningâs wash, you pull over and take a picture. You feel like you have been transported back in time to a simpler day. Then you notice that the buggy has brake lights. And turn signals. And you think that maybe novelist Barbara Kingsolver was right when she said that the Amish are âlike a community type that went extinct a generation ago. But it didnât, not completely.â