People who eat in glass houses
I remember stopping at the Glass House on our way to Tulsa one year to visit relations. It’s built right over the interstate–an overpass restaurant, for lack of a better term.
It’s a McDonald’s now–which is fine, I suppose. It was a Howard Johnson’s back then. I have no idea what I ordered. Probably French fries and milk, the staples of my youth.
I do remember buying–and losing–one of these postcards. A quarter back then, now available for $12.95 plus shipping. That hurts almost as much as having taken the Star Wars landspeeder out of its original packaging.