081613 #worm The closest we've come so far was underneath a crumbling overpass in some gravelly weeds. The salt and pepper shakers were there, but cracked, empty, and long ago flood water had rusted the napkin holder into modern art. We waited. We waited a long time, and no-one came. We actually got up and left before getting any service. Everyone was really quiet that night. The truck seemed to drive itself by moonlight, and even Milt looked as if he was starting to wonder.