It is too hot at dinner.
The micro-brewery does have ceiling fans that are wheezing along.
But it isn't enough.
"I'm totally comfortable here," my Mom proclaims.
It is just shy of miserable in here.
Dinner isn't the best one that we've had.
The server switched my order with my Mom's and neither one of us noticed until it was too late.
In the middle of dinner, I see a roach run across the dining room floor.
I don't say anything about it. I don't want my Mom to try to jump out of her chair.
Dinner is pretty quick and we decide what we are going to do.
We'll stop in Tombstone tomorrow.
And then Jack throws out one more stop.
"How about we take you to see, THE THING?"
I think that is the perfect way to end The Bucket Trip.
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