Here’s a Truck Stop Instead of Saint Peters

I could not resist the R.E.M. allusion in my title. I have a fetish for truck stop food, and Big Cabin, Oklahoma serves up great fried chicken livers. But alas, I got a late start on this trip, much too late. And so I find the deli counter cleaned out, and have to settle for a hog sandwich wrapped in foil.

“Here’s plenty-a-napkins if ya need ’em,” chirped the cashier.

“Yeah, I’ll probably end up wearing this” was my response.

He roared out with a fabulous belly-laugh. I like truck stops and road trips. I should reach St. Louis by 3 a.m.

Thanks for reading. More later . . .

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