A gorgeous summer Sunday. We were driving back to Boston. Traffic was bad on the Mass Turnpike so we got off in Palmer and took Route 20 past the I-84 traffic jam. We had just visited an elderly uncle who wasn’t doing well. He had been going in and out of a rehabilitation facility recovering from a bout of something or other. No sooner would he get home then he’d come down with something and be back in rehab. It was tough on him and his family.
We rode along. Then we got talking about the Hamburger Wars. All the classic fast-food burger chains fighting against the upstart fresh-burger shacks. We decided to go to Wendy’s for lunch because we hadn’t been there in a while.
“It’s coming up on the left,”I said.
“I thought it was beyond the last McDonald’s,” she said.
We ate lunch. The burger’s were okay. We talked a bit about my uncle and my cousins, and who was going to take care of us when we were old and sick.
Then we got back in the car and resumed our drive, beyond the last McDonald’s.
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