the breakfast date
[This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated May 15th, 2001] ...and I am sitting there in Nate’s diner waiting for her to arrive. Finally, my time running short, I get up to leave. At the counter, the night shift waitress turns over the reign to the day shift. Nate stands, friendly and smiling wryly with… Continue reading the breakfast date