When he pulled off the road and stopped at the 66 Station in Rockport, Texas, a few summers ago, Bill Fitts ran into the last person he expected to see.
“My wife and I were going on a vacation,” he recalled. “We were taking a little girl who is autistic with us. She’s a really neat kid—eleven years old. And the ladies said, ‘We need to make a pit stop,’ so I pulled off at a gas station.”