July 4, 2020 Hey! I just remembered that I forgot to tell you something. When I was driving from Florida (visiting Joan G.) to Mississippi (to visit Jean H.), I was starting to look for a gas station. It wasn’t time yet, but if I found a nice one that looked clean and big enough to maneuver my rig, I might pull over. I am heading up Hwy 84 in Alabama. It is hilly and lined with forests mostly. I don’t know I am on Hwy 84, I am not paying attention. The Googlemap App tells me to turn and I turn, I trust it (most the time) to take me where I want to go. I am listening to a delightful audiobook, How the Penguins Saved Veronica . Coming up is a smallish-but-nice gas station on the left at an intersection. As I zoom by it hits me. I wonder if I should turn around. It was ho w the side road angles, how there is a long incline in front of me. Could it be? I look at the shoulder. There is probably a two-foot shoulder with 1/3 of it taken u
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