In the summer of 1958 I was five years old and my long-suffering sister Chris was 16. My parents decided this would be a good time for a road trip to Wisconsin. We didn't often travel with my parents; they lacked the required patience for keeping kids occupied on hours-long trips. My mother tried her... Continue Reading →
Throw Them Rolls
We spent a week in Gulf Shores AL at the stunningly beautiful state park. On the way down, Ben told me we were going to make time to go to nearby Foley to visit Lambert’s. When I asked him what Lambert’s was, his answer was mystifying. “It’s the place where they throw rolls at you.”... Continue Reading →