An Ode to Jim Dandy

I couldn’t find a photo of Jim Dandy’s so this Wikipedia photo of the Prunedale sign will have to suffice.

I’ll never forget the time my friend kicked me in the stomach so hard I spewed. It was humiliating at the time but hilarious in retrospect. Despite sounding like a scene from Bloodsport, there was zero malice in that roundhouse. So with a spit and a chortle, I shrugged it off as my friends whopped me on the back in convulsions of laughter. We were teenagers, after all. And that’s just an occupational hazard when you spend your Wednesday nights haunting…