My wonderful grandfather (Joey's namesake) passed away this past March. He was full of great stories. Among them, one of the most famous was that my grandparents had decided to leave New Hampshire with 3 small children, pulling a trailer cross country to live and settle in California. (I have noticed a parallel or two, however opposite, with our situation and the timing of it in our lives.)
Anyway, Grandpa Joe talked many times about a place called Stuckey's, that was probably at the time one of the few roadside stops, as opposed to todays endless gas stations with foodmarts. As my grandpa would say, just when you had driven so many miles that you felt like you couldn't drive another one, you'd see that Stuckey's in the distance, pull off and have an amazing chocolate shake, and buy a pecan roll for later. He'd always end the story with a gleam in his eye, and you could tell he was back there for just a moment as he'd say, "boy those shakes were good!"
So, when I saw the red roof and the sign on the outskirts of Colorado, we just had to pull off and take a picture, since I felt like Grandpa Joe was giving me a little hello. :)
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