"It was winter, 1993, when I set off to drive my 1983 Subaru from New York City to the state of Iowa where I grew up. Traveling west on I-80, it was about 4 a.m. and a mere -4 F when my car decided to give out on me in the grand state of Indiana. I hobbled into a truck stop and slept in a TV chair (a lounge chair with a TV built into the arm rest) until a repair shop was open several hours later. Doubtful of my chances of getting anywhere, I entrusted my auto to the fine repair personnel of Granger, IN. The weather turned foul and the temperature dipped to -10 F when I ventured on foot to find food. The diner I discovered was friendly and warm and even allowed me to call the repair shop. After a hearty feast and good conversation with my fellow customers, I paid the $8 bill and went to retrieve my car. $20 for a fuel filter (including installation) and I was on my way!
This piece is a tribute to the good people of Granger and a tone poem illustrating my adventures there.