Ever see one of those movies where the unsuspecting innocents drive into an empty town, and spend just a few minutes too long trying to figure out where everyone went?
We needed gas, so we took an exit that promised it was available. Also I desperately needed a bathroom. The first gas station we pulled into was closed. I went on down the street, and pulled into another. It was closed. The one across the street was too, but Bly spotted that it had pay-at-the-pump, so we pulled over there to see if we could get gas. We could.
On that pump was a note saying the restrooms across the street were open. Being desperate, I followed direction and walked back to the second closed station. I didn’t spot the restrooms at first, went on around the building and found a Carquest auto parts store, also closed. Coming back I found the restrooms.
In all this time we had not seen a single soul, not one other car, not so much as a stray dog or a pigeon. This was late morning on a Saturday. When I realized the John Deere dealership was closed too, I hurried Bly back in the truck and we got the hell out of there.
If there’s anyone left alive in Vega, Texas, will you drop me a line and let me know?