So I'm blogging on the road today, from Stevenson, WA. Being here feels like going back into my comfort zone. As soon as I got out of my car to enter the diner I get into the swagger of the rural, walking in like I own the place.
I look around to observe the setting. The sheriff and some county workers are having their lunch together and a family talks among themselves about what to do with the rest of the week.
A new family comes in and orders their food. I see an older man come in, and replace a walking stick he was apparently testing out. As he starts to leave, a young boy calls out and says "Hi Grandpa!" They chat for a minute, and as he leaves the diner, the waitress says "Bye Grandpa!"
Finally, an older couple comes in and decides to push away the dishes to get the rare but dirty seat by the window. No complaints, no difficulty to the staff. Just a friendly chat about the mess.
I am in my element.
I don't want to leave.
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