I was working US 101 south of Salinas when I decided it was time for a break. On old highway 101 near Gonzales, was a small, old, roadside cafe, that I had never been in before. The place had a bygone look from the 1930s and was the only building among fields of lettuce. I decided to give it a try. Parking my patrol car across the street under a tall Eucalyptus tree, I started to walk across the road towards the place. As I opened the front door, I could hear the screen door in back slam shut. Stepping inside, there was not another person around anywhere. The cook was gone, there wasnt a waitress to be found and there was food at one of the tables. As I looked out towards the fields, I could see three or four people running hellbent for leather. Gee...All I wanted was a hamburger and a glass of ice tea.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 01:08:18 +0000
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