“He developed a way of finding honest food at just prices in the cafes of blue highway America. Count the calendars. No calendar means the place is the same as an Interstate pit stop, all the way up to five calendars where he says, ‘Keep it under your hat or they’ll franchise it.’ Only once did he find a six-calendar cafe, in the Ozarks, that served fried chicken, peach pie and chocolate malts and he has been searching for another ever since.”
