While wasting time one morning last summer, I found myself sitting in a Waffle House having coffee. An unexpected and unusual trip landed me in a booth with a birds-eye view of the whole joint. I felt comfortable in the retro vibe and lured in by the odd aroma of bacon cooking and the lingering smell of cleaning agents. There was such a somber mood shared by the staff and patrons alike. We were all in one small place and yet completely alone in our own little worlds.
In such a ho hum environment where people go about their morning routine, … Read More »
