By Jake Sapon, CC Storyteller
On our ten our drive from Kansas City to Denver, I pick Wilson off of the map to stop for lunch based on its close proximity to the highway, a hunger for diner food, and a strange sense of intuition. We pull into the town, and realize that we have arrived in “The Czech Capital of Kansas.” We stop beside a giant, spherical structure and a sign that proudly declares that we are looking at “the largest Czech egg in the world.” I feel as if I have stepped into a time machine, but I’m not quite sure what time I’m in. The town is quiet and friendly. Children and grown-ups wave to us as we drive by. The buildings around us remind me of a set from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly.
We ask for a table at “Grandma’s Soda Shop and Diner,” and I order a malted chocolate shake, and two sandwiches, while Kāli takes Max on a walk. Our waitress sees Kāli and Max by the car, and brings me a milk bone to give him, “for being such a patient dog.”
When we finish eating, Kāli walks up to the counter to pay for lunch. She returns with a look of shock. “Someone paid our bill.”
“Before the waitress left her shift, she told the cashier not to take any money from us. She said that a friend called in and paid our bill.”
“But we don’t have any friends here.”
“Who do you think it was?”
“I honestly have no idea.”
“I don’t know what to say… should we try to pay it forward?
We decide to drive to the local library and give them a copy of Kāli’s book. Kāli tells the librarian how beautiful she thinks the town of Wilson is.
The librarian smiles. “We don’t get that a lot here, you know,” she says.
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