There were snacks for sale from a vending machine at this rest stop - but there was nowhere to buy a meal.
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After 31 years in the United States, I find myself more American than I ever expected to be, yet not so American in many ways.
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2 comments:
Let me guess, this was in the south?
No Susanna, it was in Maine.
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