my heart is the
neighborhood tavern
the diner down the street
dingy but inviting
unpretentious
there for as long as you can remember
the booths with cracked vinyl
the formica tabletops worn from resting forearms and elbows
the stool at the end of the bar
where the wood is polished from years of wear and marked by cigarette burns
but you are only interested in
the new tapas place down the street
which will be closed before the year is up
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Nostalgia comes to us with age! Lovely imagery, I wouldn’t thank you for a visit to that new tapas place.
I’m vintage. lol
You nailed it. I love old neighborhood places like that.
Most of them are becoming things of the past.
I know. I travel a lot for work and I love coming across one of those places that looks like it’s been left behind in time
“They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot”. . .it’s happening all over, unfortunately. I too, love to find those anachronistic places.
Maybe people like us are also becoming anachronistic
I often say I’m an anachronism.
😂
I was just driving around southern Vermont. That whole state seems like it was left in the past
That sounds lovely.
Love the song quote too by the way
I love the imagery… very vivid in your descriptions even in just a few simple words.
Thanks Dan!