The Civil War was over thirty-odd years before this was written.
The flight out on Friday night had been a comfortable few hours spent at thirty-odd thousand feet, sandwiched between a cloud-covered countryside and a starlit sky.
Here were eight cars idling in the restaurant's parking lot, and in the cars were thirty-odd people waiting to eat!
The time of reckoning had come: 9:00p.m. on a blustery night, thirty-odd people to feed, please let us find one of these restaurants open!
To the contrary, the restaurant that saved the day... they gained thirty-odd thankful and appreciative patrons.