Ah, Stuckey's. I remember countless hours in the back of our family's VW bus watching the Stuckey's roll by. The other one, of course, was Horne's. My brother, sister, and I (being wiseass teenagers) would transpose the letters of the stores' names into interesting, and profane, reimaginings.
Ah, Stuckey's. I remember countless hours in the back of our family's VW bus watching the Stuckey's roll by. The other one, of course, was Horne's. My brother, sister, and I (being wiseass teenagers) would transpose the letters of the stores' names into interesting, and profane, reimaginings.
Ah, the joys of word play while riding in the back of your parents' car on long trips. I did the same (and all of it somehow was profane).