It is not without a stab of pain that I, sometimes, drive past a spot where once stood a hometown restaurant.

Nothing remains of it, other than a paved parking. It had once been the center of small-town fellowship where men gathered in the morning to tell stories, both those that were true and those that were just a good Southern fable. Sometimes, the stories were more like parables with a moral encrusted.

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