The tiny little town I live in is a crossroad with a gas station, a post office and a small diner which is a Saturday morning breakfast ritual for us and most of the town. Last spring an elderly gentleman was parking his pickup when his foot slipped from the brake to the gas pedal, and he crashed through the kitchen wall, injuring a cook and causing extensive damage to the building. Now, almost five months later, a crude sign in the window says “open soon.” Continue reading →