CEUSCA'S DINER, SCRANTON, PA
'Too many tiny tantrums, yes, but
at least the guy doesn't hold it in.
He'll probably live to be a hundred.'
The baker walked by with his bread.
In the back room, two crazy chefs
were throwing knives while the
assistant loaded kindling into the
wood-fire oven. Some not-famous
gypsy folk songs were playing.
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At least that's what I thought. The
wall map showed Romania, but
called it something else. I sat and
wondered if this was Ceausescu
stuff, left over. Nicolae? Did his
friends dare call him Nick? He
and his wife were executed.
I remember that.
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Table-top edgings of red. Two
sweet girls waiting tables. A
gruff old man, in a funny top hat,
waiting for food. And what am
I doing here?
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