Earlier in the afternoon, I’d picked my brother up. He’d gotten a southern route and popped into the state for a Mother’s Day visit to his(New) wife — I married them last week. He asked me on the way to his house, if we could stop for a beer run. Sure, no problem. So we stopped at the EastLake 7-Eleven. It’s well kept and clean, the store itself seems to be run fairly well and kept stocked. I’ve seen some pretty bad ones and this is a fairly decent one.