With pride I opened the doors to the restored bit of history for the first time in almost 40 years. A young man with world weary eyes and the demeanor of a soldier walked in and inspected the place. With a smile he shook my hand, wishing me well with my venture.
A little disappointed that my first customer left without eating, I went behind the breakfast bar and looked up at the original owner, a GI freshly returned from the European theatre back in ’45. My disappointment turning to tears, I recognized my first customer in that photo.
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I couldn’t resist – this is my second take on the prompt.
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