Thelma’s Fate

It was a wet and dreary morning in Mississippi as my husband and I rolled down the interstate on our quest to find a good hot breakfast. As the rains intensified we decided to exit the freeway and meander through the winding back roads. At the stop sign we noticed a restaurant through the streaks of the windshield wipers and with a slight hesitation, we turned toward the Huddle House. As we entered the front door the wet floor sign welcomed us with a friendly warning, although it appeared to be a permanent fixture, as the grease from the open … Continue reading Thelma’s Fate