Column: A little pink rubber ring
Published 06/22/2011, DL-Online
There is a little truck stop about 70 miles down the road where we enjoy stopping for a late breakfast when we’re on our way to see our son Buckwheat and his family. It’s a friendly place where it seems that all the locals gather and, like Cheers, everybody knows your name.Word count: 437
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