It’s a rainy Sunday morning. My family and I had a nice late breakfast at a local retro diner. You know the one – located in an old time silver trailer, with the jukebox, daily specials written on whiteboards, and pancakes as big as dinner plates. It was a good, and filling breakfast.
Afterward, we decided to do a little grocery shopping at a local place I love. So, we headed over. We pulled into a disabled parking spot, with my pass in the window, and headed inside.