Tires hum along the interstate while an afternoon sun reddens behind exhaust fumes. The natives in the back seat are restless. Bored with counting stalled vehicles and CB radio antennas, they have discussed Star Wars to a tatter. The day's second rendition of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall has petered out at bottle No. 37. Now sullen silence prevails, punctuated only by stage whispers to the effect that some parents feed their kids, for cryinoutloud. Egg McMuffined for breakfast, Burger Kinged at lunch and Stuckeyed in between, the little ones are...
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