Yesterday on the way home I had two people wave to me. One guy (on a bike) got a return wave and the other guy got a nod of the head. I don’t know them but I guess there’s still enough rural where we live that you don’t have to know people to wave at them.
When I was a teen we had a house in Lewisetta across the street from where my grandparents lived year-round. Everyone, so it seemed, waved to everyone else in the Northern Neck. We knew we had passed into the Northern Neck when the hand waving started. Usually though it was pretty subtle. People just lifted their hand off the steering wheel–not the waving usually associated with royalty.