There’s an elderly couple camped out in the parking lot of an abandoned Bennigan’s.
Full-sized, luxury RV, Weber grill, folding chairs, red Coleman cooler.
These folks have options, and yet they chose to spread out in front of an empty restaurant that specialized in the Monte Cristo sandwich.
I hope to see them again someday, playing a vigorous game of badminton, adjacent to the condemned Pizza Hut, former home of the P’Zone.
