My mom and I took a mini trip to check out some roadside stuff. We stopped in Dana, Indiana to meet a basketball-playing giraffe before heading over to see a homemade glass of root beer in Chrisman, Illinois. These were both in the middle of nowhere, but they were only about an hour away from my parents' house.
We also saw a dead guy on this trip. My mom insists he was sleeping. Let me tell you, no one sleeps in that sort of position. He was no more. As hard as my mom tries to put a positive spin on everything, you can't really do much with death. Sorry mom.