One of the things Mom and I had negotiated with Dad prior to our departure was that the experience was taking place throughout the entire journey, not just at the destinations. When we stopped in Ritzville, WA for lunch, I piped up that there happened to be a quilt store/liquor store in this city. At least, that was what the Quilter's Travel Companion indicated. Dad had to see this.
Low and behold, we entered Wildflowers Quilt Store and Liquor Store. They were run by the same person and she used two separate registers for the different transactions. After Dad started talking to Ami, we soon realized that the family business had once also included a funeral home. From snugly cuddling to forgetful inebriation to solemn internment. They did it all. Now, the above picture would have been even better if Mom was holding the booze and Dad was holding the bolt.Small towns are full of wonders!
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