I was still keeping off the Interstate and it was getting to be lunch time. The last thing I was hoping to see was a fast-food franchise. Instead, as I passed through Winona there was this locally owned pizza place.
The inside was invitingly eclectic. I immediately felt at home and found a table.
The people were friendly and nice. The menu was everything you could ask for. It was such a pleasant change from the pushy insistence that you get when you stop at a food franchise off the highway.
I felt relaxed and at ease.
I didn’t care about the time or felt I had a schedule to torture myself with.
I looked up and saw the stools at the counter and smiled. Mounted on old steel wheels they still allowed for a person to adjust how far they sat from the counter, but also provided a firm footing for the pedestal seating.
There was local artwork on the walls, and a local author had a book and some music CD’s on display.
The pizza and salad was great and I wished I could stay.
But the road called and I was off.
And I dragged the memories with me…