MILEPOST TEN THOUSAND
A'fearing I might have already passed
it, I refused looking back. There's no
sense now in what's behind me. I
stopped at a diner along the way.
'Katie's Kitchen' the broad sign
said - and she was too. It also
said 'Perpendicular Meals of a
Stunning Persuasion.' What?
-
I wasn't even sure what 'perpendicular'
was - a sauce of some sort, poured
onto cross-cut fries? Afraid to ask, I
ordered soup. She glared down at me,
'That don't meet minimum!' So I
smiled, and added coffee, pie and
a meatloaf platter too.
-
Damn! That big girl had won her
case without even pleading. Katie's
Kitchen indeed. The place was chucked
up with other people - truckers and
vacationer families too - so I figured
it must be safe. None of these Disneyland
types would venture foul food, and the
truckers would throw it back in her face.
-
I sat me back, and lit a cigar, thinking of
my brother, and a friend named Neil. They
were always big cigar guys, and I'd always
wondered how that would feel.
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