Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
At one time this McDonald's on the Will Rogers Turnpike was the World's Largest... until France knocked them out of first place. Sadly the sign is gone.
Those little cherubs standing under the sign in 2006 are two of our granddaughters. It made them happy to stop here. The second picture is how they begged for us to promise to stop. You can see why they got their way. Who could resist?
It remains the grand-children's favorite place to stop on their way to our house even if it isn't the World's Largest anymore. It is still a McDonald's. This Glass House is built across the turnpike and you can enjoy your burger while you watch the traffic and pray that a tornado isn't on the way.