Sociologists will appreciate that Rt 90 is also known as the Jane Addams Memorial Tollway, after that great lady. (She’s a Nobel Prize winner because of her work with the Settlement House Movement, in the U.S.)
This is not your average roadside stop: they’ve got Sparro’s Pizza, McDonalds, Subway, Annie’s Pretzels, The Hot Dogger (or something punny like that, about hot dogs), a Greek place with brats, Taco Bell, Starbucks, Panda Express Gourmet, and vendors I can’t remember.
Unfortunately, the place is filled with flies. Whatever the current thinking is about fly abatement at the Belvidere Oasis, it needs rethinking.
Uncle Jim told a story about being a shrimper after he got out of the Navy, and one about streaking a formal Navy event in Bermuda in order to get out of the punishment he earned by staying in bed with a blonde in Carolina. Although he burnt my fake chicken chicken patty, I didn’t have to go skiing, so I”ll call it a draw.
Grandma’s worried we won’t pluck out her rogue facial hairs once she’s non compos mentis, and she’s right. We probably won’t bother. I don’t think my saying “you won’t notice, either” was very reassuring for her.
I don’t see my cousins (on that side) very often. I’m hoping that I’ll get a shout out soon and share with you the work of the other genius in the family.