This gas station somewhere between Austin and Waco had so many kooky, wonderful things.
1. An aging Elvis impersonator with a karaoke machine and a tip jar.
On the morning of the 4th, we went to a little neighborhood parade, after which the sheriff's department did fingerprinting at one of the booths.
Alec: Why do you want to get me fingerprinted?
Sarah: Well, so that if something happens to you, it might help us find you, like a clue.
Alec: But...I'm never gonna do a murder!
There was also good food, bowling, and lots of family time.