I don’t know who this Casey person is in Iowa, but he (she?) seems to have a bunch of convenience stores.  They’re on every corner . . . and sometimes they’re placed ‘tween those corners, too.  Combo gas stations and convenience stores, they have these breakfast sandwiches while tasty, can choke you dead if you let a piece of it go down the wrong pipe.  (Yes, that’s what happened this morning as I munched on one of ’em.  That stuff goes right on your headstone:  “Choked to death in Perry, IA.”)

My bike in front of — and ridden by — a Blue Rhino!