I just loved Stuckey’s when I was a kid. If you’re not familiar with this roadside staple, let me acquaint you. Stuckey’s was a wonderful store along US interstates from the 1930's to 1970's. It was identifiable by its turquoise blue roof and bright yellow and red sign. There was always gas, a clean bathroom and Divinity (the candy, not any religious status). It was the kind of place mother’s hated. Inside was a cornucopia of goodies that would inspire “I want”, “Can I have…”, Mooooommmmmm” bleating out of children pleadingly as if they’ve never been fed in their life. Candy, toys, they had it all. There was also a small diner inside that would serve simple food like hot dogs, hamburgers and milkshakes. For some reason, we never ate a meal there, I'm not sure why, though. Most likely because they didn’t serve wine (sorry Mom, but you know it’s true). Supermarkets are very mom friendly because they usually have one checkout stand that doesn’t display any candy, thereby avoiding the screaming child incident. Out on the open road, there is no way to avoid Stuckey’s. That bright blue roof was a beacon to all and I’m pretty sure I asked my mom to stop at every single one, even if it had only been a half hour since the last stop. Today, that Stuckey’s lives on only in my memories, or what pictures I can dig up on Google Images. The company brand has been revived by the founders decedents so you can still find that wonderful Divinity. But no longer can you count the miles by counting the teal blue roofs as they go by. I feel sorry for children today who have to suffer through cross-country trips with only 7-Elevens or some other brand that will never live up to my childhood memories of the iconic road-stop that was Stuckey’s.