BREAKFAST IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

       By now everyone west of the Mississippi knows that while traveling one pleasure is finding a "neat place" for breakfast. It's great even if not traveling. This experience happened after returning from southern California and visiting friends around New Year's of 1980.

      We had stayed the night just before crossing the desert and heading to Las Vegas. The first job was to find a place for a little breakfast before hitting the road. We were out in an desolate area and first came upon a small diner with lots of  domestic pick-ups out front. Lots of locals but with our Japanese Mazda RX-7 didn't think it wise. 

      We drove on a few miles a spotted a small diner with no one in sight but looked interesting. Don't ask me why! It just called to me. Once inside the place it was spotless with tables and  checkered tablecloths. It hadn't been open very long. New owners I guess.


       The waitress came over and took our order. I was hungry and was ready to really chow down. Eggs sunny side-up, toast, bacon, and a side of pancakes and beverage. The works! And, it was all delicious. Oh my! When the ticket came and time to pay the dollar amount was extremely low even by 1980's standards. Either we just lucked out, or I hadn't lost my touch of picking good places, or we did just go through the Twighlight Zone somewhere along the way!