Trying to Navigate the Middle of the Road
Years ago I had a blog called “Behind a Dirty Windshield“, where I used to ponder the mysteries of life and everyday living from behind the windshield of whatever vehicle I happened to driving at the time. It was fairly successful at the time. I have tried to revive it here.
Here is a post I pulled out of my draft pile.
Back in the late seventies or maybe the early eighties, Billy Joel had a song titled “Scenes From an Italian Restaurant”. Unfortunately, I don’t have any Italian Restaurants near me so I can’t describe any scenes from them. I suppose I could go to the nearest chain Italian Restaurant but is that really Italian? We had a nice Italian restaurant here in town, one that had been here for a long time. But the owner passed away recently and now it sits empty, no bottles of red, no bottles of white.
Every time I get a chance I will go to a classic diner. They’re getting harder and harder to find. Good ones are even scarcer. What do I define a “Classic Diner “ as? Back in the day, it would have to have been locally owned, in its own building, preferably with a barrel-shaped roof, good food, and friendly people working there.
Do you know what makes me feel old? Going into a place and realizing I am the oldest person in the room. Even worse is when I look around and realize I’m the youngest in the room. That happened today. (This post was sitting in my draft pile if your wondering about the published date)
