I’ve stopped for lunch in Lemont IL, a smallish town southwest of Chicago. The restaurant is the Lemon Tree a former Burger King (from the looks of it) that’s been converted into more of a standard diner. The circle turns.
I’m probably a little short of halfway to the state park I’m staying at tonight. The rain’s still several hours out (assuming it doesn’t fizzle out before it gets this far to the east), so I’m not worrying about it. When/if it comes, I can deal with it.
We went to Lemont in July ’97 for the Motorola Western Open @ Cog Hill and saw Tiger Woods and others. We called it Lemon T.
Not “Lemon Tee”?