Many moons ago, in my teens, I repeatedly pulled my hair back into a ponytail, then fastened a plastic name tag to a zippered, collared smock that read 7-Eleven, my name filled in beside the logo with a thick black Sharpie.
I still get a little nostalgia hit each time I enter one. The distinctive branding, the familiar layout, the smell of coffee perpetually present.
Today, I stopped in for a small hot chocolate - and it did not disappoint. This Midwest winter is chilling my fingers to the BONE, dude.
This Sevs is clean, dependable and predictable. A quick pit stop that offers gas, snacks and a healthy dose of memories. read more