Friday, September 6, 2019

115

No, it's not just a number. And it's not the time. It's a restaurant at a truck stop outside of Marshall, Michigan.

It's really nothing fancy. The place is neat and clean, the service is good and friendly, and it's right off the highway, meaning it's very easy to get to. A quick exit off I-94 and a quick re-entry and you're on your way after a meal.

The only reason it sticks out in my mind is because me Pops liked it. He typically stopped there to eat on his swings through the western part of Michigan. I tend to stop there too.

I think I might even take my son there when we drive to Chicago next weekend, just to show him one of his grandfather's haunts. I mean, why not? You gotta eat somewhere.

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