Summer, 1962. Pop and I were driving(well, he was driving, I was only 10 at the time) along Route 66 from L.A. to eventually get to Indianapolis and see all his relatives "back east" that he and Mom had left right after WWII in order to seek their fortune in that "Promised Land" known as California.
As we hit St. Louis, and just before veering off 66 to take the road from there to Indy, Pop spied a White Castle Hamburger stand sitting along side the road, and asked me if I was hungry. I said I was.
And so, Pop pulled that '59 Chevy Station Wagon of his into the parking lot of that White Castle's. He then said he'd be right back with about 6 burgers and a couple of Cokes, to which I replied, "SIX burgers?! That's a lot o' food, Pop!"
"Nope, they're not like the burgers you're used to out west. These are smaller. When I was a kid, I'd get about 3 or 4 of 'em at a time. They're pretty good."
After he returned to the car with a bag of 'em and we started consuming those babies with our Cokes, all the while talking about some of the things we had seen and done along "The Mother Road" on this car trip...well...I have to say every time somebody brings up the name "White Castle Hamburgers", it sure brings back some pretty good memories.
