Happy Father's Day, Dad!
We lived near the very first Nation's Giant Hamburgers back when it was a little shack. It's become a local chain, known as much for the burgers as for the pies. Dad loved custard (by itself, in pies, wherever), but in the last years of his life he wasn't supposed to have lots of sweets due to the diabetes. Still, it was an occasional treat.
While I don't think it was intentional, I've often lived near a Nation's. The condo building where I've lived over a decade has one across the street.
Today I went to the original, which has been remodeled several times since the "shack" days. I'm at the house, eating a slice of custard pie at the kitchen table, just like dad probably did. Miss you, Dad!