Beyinge The Historie Of Ye Trunkburger
OK, since you asked.
When my brother & I were boys in Battle Creek, Michigan, Dad used to drive us to nearby ski lodges Cannonsburg and Timber Ridge. These are by far the best memories of a sketchily-remembered childhood, and looking at these slope maps induces a powerful nostalgic revery. I don't know what it was about skiing culture back then, but the strongest memory is of the music that was piped onto the slopes at Cannonsburg (I think it was Cannonsburg that had the music - can anyone confirm? Or was it both?): Top 20 Country/Pop.
That's where I learned to love "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden," "Knock Three Times," among many others.
And we would listen to the Grand Ole Opry on the way home! Talk about exciting: pulling in a Chicago station that was playing a live broadcast from Nashville, TN. And the music was good too.
Anyway, we used to stop at McDonald's on the way up to the lodge and buy a sack full of hamburgers, which we placed in the trunk. Then, after a couple hours of skiing, we would meet back up at the car for a nearly-frozen-through snack. Trunkburgers! A rare delicacy, beats the hell out of paying exorbitant lodge food prices, and some of my favorite meal memories.
So that's it. My knees probably won't let me ski any more, unless I lose like 100 pounds. But I might stop by McDonald's on the way home.