We drove over to Sheridan for lunch, big, gooey cheeseburgers and crinkle fries and big icy cold diet Cokes. We had ice cream for desert and talked about what this place may have looked like back in 1955 when it first opened. David’s mom wouldn’t let his dad take her home from a date without stopping here first for ice cream. I bet it was straight out of American Graffiti.

Nikon Z8, 35mm, ISO 100, f/1.8, 1/2000 sec