Where is it? It’s here!

Last Friday, I posted this tantalizing photograph, taken from the side of a good ol’ Stuckey’s. But which good ol’ Stuckey’s?

No, not in Lone Jack, as one commenter guessed, but in beautiful Saline County, as commenter “Bob” guessed correctly. That’s right, in the heart of Nelson, Missouri (a city populated by 212 people and two registered sex offenders), just off Exit 84 on Highway 70. It’s not just a Stuckey’s mind you — with shelves groaning under the weight of all those pecan logs, divinity candy, orange candy peanuts, and Claxton fruitcakes — but a Dairy Queen too. Yes, you can fill up your tank with gas, eat a Brazier burger, sip a milkshake and take along a souvenir for Aunt Pearl: perhaps a Stuckey’s Zippo lighter or a NASCAR water globe.

The life of Stuckey’s founder W.S. Stuckey is so inspiring — dejected and unemployed, he built an empire by selling nuts— that I developed a newfound respect for those pecan logs.