This little tale may be woefully out of date by now. A number of years ago I was working in the Nursing Home industry. I was driving across the west end of Kentucky and realized that the next town was the home of a very delightful nursing home operator I had met at a convention/seminar so I decided to pull off the road and look him up. It was about lunch time and when I drove up to where they told me his nursing home was located, I thought I had found the Auction Sale Barn by mistake. There were pick-up trucks with "stock racks" parked everywhere. On the sidewalks. In the street. Anywhere you could squeeze in one more truck.
In other states, in that era, visitors were not allowed to be in the nursing home during the lunch hour. Too disruptive of the process of the staff serving lunch to the residents. But here it was lunch time in Western Kentucky and it was like "dinner on the grounds" at a country church. My friend was not in, but I asked his secretary about visitors during the lunch hours. "Oh, in Kentucky we depend on families coming in and helping feed people and bringing in extra food. In Indiana you may get written up by state regulators for having visitors in the building, but in Kentucky you would get written up for keeping them out." (The state knew they would have to raise the payment for Medicaid patients if the nursing home had to buy more food and increase the staff size???)
Welcome to The South. In some things, we do have our own ways.