graduation in Indy. congrats, sis! i wore my dad's grey suit he gave to me. he bought it in the seventies at Jackson's Menswear in Hillsville, Virginia - "Where the well-dressed men shop". Hillsville is somehow the place where my parents met. my sister and i will never fully understand how this happened, even though they tell us time and time again that they were both just there for some work opportunities. i try to imagine the dates they went on, the things they did for fun in Hillsville. i wonder if they went to the annual holiday parades like this one:Holiday Parade in Hillsville, Virginia.
when we were little, my folks took us there for lunch at the famous Hillsville Diner - a spot they used to frequent for some tasty grub. i remember being slightly horrified at our toothless waitress, but i'm sure i would dig it so much now. dig it:
just looking at it makes me want a greasy giant cheeseburger. right now.
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notes from the morning commute, Pt II
oh man - some really unfortunate dude left his crispy minivan illegally parked on Park Avenue this morning.
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