Only in America. Ode to concrete. Spend more than a few Yankee dollars on the junk of your choice. Great place to stop enroute to somewhere else if you need to stretch your legs, get an ice cream cone, and marvel at the whole concept of what it meant once to See the USA in your Chevrolet. Pretty sure it's one of those places that seemed like a good idea at the time, but it's definitely from another era and most people we saw had an expression of, "You have got to be kidding me."
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