dayhawks

There’s a sunny little place in my neighborhood that makes lone dudes feel welcome. Gentle waitresses touch your shoulder and give unconditional support. “You want hot sauce, you get hot sauce!”

There are typically 3 to 5 guys at the counter. We read books and newspapers. We don’t interact.

I don’t like Plow’s food that much (even the storied potatoes). But I feel safe there.

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