Tuesday, December 11, 2012
diners
i sat alone in a seedy diner where i eat my breakfast a few times a week. its not glamorous but it feels real to me, a place where work crews stop to get a hot meal and one waitress in her sixties runs her butt off taking care of twenty tables. a place where she remembers how you like your coffee and brings it the minute you walk in. a place where people know your name and ask how you are if you've been sick. the kind of place where elderly people shuffle in and eat the same meals every day and i felt at home. it's the same reason i like to travel for weeks at a time on scruffy greyhound buses and just talk to people, to discover who they are and how they live. i could listen to their stories and people watch forever at times like this. not sure why these stories or these people touch my heart so, but they do and i am grateful for it.
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Love it Kelly. Know what you mean. Spent many hours in diners across America and it is an eye-opener. All walks of life pass through those doors. Snippets of conversations float on the aroma of coffee and frying and if you are like me (I guess as writer you are) the imagination gets fired up by what you hear. Looking at your fellow diners, wondering who they are, where they come from, what they are doing in this town, city or hamlet....all good material for a story or two. I do the same waiting for buses these days. Cannot wait to read what emerges from your trips Kelly.
ReplyDeleteHi Kelly, have popped in a few times to see what you are up to but I must be missing the right links....so do let me know how your writing is going and what your enxt big story will be. Love reading you.
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