The Trucker I Fed at My Diner in 1998 Just Bought the Building to Save My Job
Part 1 The eviction notice was taped to the diner door when I unlocked it Tuesday morning, and I almost laughed, because thirty seconds earlier I’d been thinking about the strawberry pie I needed to start. Sixty days. That’s what the paper said. Sixty days to vacate the building I’d worked in since I was…
