did anyone else think this thread was about the timeless game of LIFE, in which you and your undisclosed number of family members found your way around a colorful interstate of game pieces on the way to retirement?
Anyway, a gas station we pass. We got gas, and ran off to get grub.It was a nice little pub in the middle on nowhere. Anywhere woulda been better. I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em, Ali had the fruit punch.