Prologue
When I was growing up in Mississippi, my mother hated how I would always tell people we lived “behind Shoney’s”. It was plain fact that the Nashville-based franchise, complete with mega-buffet and a baseball-capped bear mascot, was the simplest identifier for the highway exit for our home on Pinecrest Drive. No matter that my helpful directions made our family sound “uncivilized”—at least it wasn’t the Golden Corral, I figured.
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