There is active thread called "Poor Farms" in which one of the forum regulars (FerrelMerill) describes his family's migration from Wisconsin to California and Oregon back in the 40's. As usual, it's a good read. In it he describes a truck stop call Little America, located near Cheyenne, Wy, as a greasy-spoon truck stop. Well, man that sure brought back some memories. I recall that place from my youth in the mid-50's as a truck stop, restaurant and ice cream parlor; one of those places that my family just had to stop at on our occasional transcontinental driving trips. Little America and/or Wall Drug; it just wasn't a cross-country trip without stopping there. Also it was a place that I got harassed a bit as a long-haired, hippy freak kinda guy back in 1970, when I first ventured out on my own (...by a bunch of knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing local cowboys as I recall, but I digress).
Regardless, that place sure has changed. My wife and I stopped there last week at the beginning of our semi-occasional great-western adventure and it is now a high-fullutin', gussied-up golf resort. Not a truck to be seen in the parking lot! And, man their prices for food and souvenirs sort of took my breath away. Anyway, just for FM, here's a couple of photos of how it looks today:
...man, I remember those stuffed penguins (...the one on the left) from back in 1957. Some things do indeed change with time. -S2
Regardless, that place sure has changed. My wife and I stopped there last week at the beginning of our semi-occasional great-western adventure and it is now a high-fullutin', gussied-up golf resort. Not a truck to be seen in the parking lot! And, man their prices for food and souvenirs sort of took my breath away. Anyway, just for FM, here's a couple of photos of how it looks today:



...man, I remember those stuffed penguins (...the one on the left) from back in 1957. Some things do indeed change with time. -S2