I’m currently at “the world’s largest truckstop” in Iowa. How does one measure something like that, I wonder?
I suppose when you have a dentist, barber, chiropractor, life size puppets, 4 restaurants, and every Iowa-related piece of memorabilia in existence, it’s not hard to be the world’s biggest anything.
But, alas, they still don’t have a magnet with my name spelled correctly.
Close, but no cigar. Onward I go.