The Devil's Diner
I Remember it as though it were yesterday, the year 1973 the month of August, it was coming a monsoon as my 37 Packard gave up the ghost on a deserted back road. I had to be smack dab in the middle of nowhere USA. Not a business, not a house, not a street light in sight. I vaguely recall passing a brightly lit neon sign about 3 kilometers and a conniption ago.