Somewhere on the causeway between Miami Beach and the mainland, my brother-in-law said, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Vanilla cappuccino?" I whispered. "Yes," he said. "But where?" For reasons that are unclear to me, my bro-in-law and I share a powerful affinity for those hot, disgusting, highly caffeinated beverages you can buy only from vending machines at 7-Elevens. Finding a 7-Eleven in your own neighborhood isn't exactly rocket science. But we were vacationing on alien terrain. Where, oh where, was the closest source of the Treacle of Life?
Fortunately, we had an onboard navigation system, the Magellan 750NAV, in our...
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