Makes me think of a diner on a desolate highway in the Southwest United States. Something about the wide open sky with the sign jutting up. In reality, it was on Route 94. Growing up, my Grandma used to take me there for dinner when I’d visit. I have some fond memories of those meals, mostly because I was spending time with her. And that opens up thoughts of all my time spent on Old Berlin Road and Cross Keys over the years. 
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The Pixie
Makes me think of a diner on a desolate highway in the Southwest United States. Something about the wide open sky with the sign jutting up. In reality, it was on Route 94. Growing up, my Grandma used to take me there for dinner when I’d visit. I have some fond memories of those meals, mostly because I was spending time with her. And that opens up thoughts of all my time spent on Old Berlin Road and Cross Keys over the years. 
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