Once, back about 1967, I was driving from Norfolk, VA, where I was stationed while in the Navy, to Columbia for Thanksgiving weekend. I had the duty Thanksgiving day but I left my ship at 7:30 a.m. Friday morning heading for Columbia in my trusty 1961 Plymouth. Back then, part of my trip went through the Dismal Swamp and then I would turn right onto another highway to make my way to what portions of I-95 were open back in those days. Really, when you were in the Dismal Swamp, at least back in those days, and on that two lane heading for I-95, there was very little in the way of gas stations or stopping points. I was getting a little hungry when I spotted a small country store/gas station on the right with four or five cars around it so I stopped for a Coke and most probably a honey bun as honey buns were my choice for sweets back then.
