The days of travel blur … I go out for a walk in the evening and can’t remember what state I’m in. A couple of days ago, speeding along back roads with no lunch place in sight, I call a Holiday Inn about 60 miles ahead and asked for suggestions for a diner that would be open for lunch. Amanda was very kind and gave me directions to the "I don’t Care Grille".
Once seated, I asked the young male server how the restaurant got named. Smiling he explained that when someone is asked where they want to go out to eat and reply, "I Don’t Care," then they now have a place to go. The server went on to say what a genius his boss was. I wished their chef was more of a genius but we ate and went on … .
