(An excerpt from Feeding the Christians)
The plan was to drive my U-Haul as far as Nashville and stay the night at Kirk’s. During my former restaurant life in Ft. Sackville, Kirk and I were lovers for five years. I’d met him the year before my family opened the new, even larger Daniels’ Family Buffet on Highway 41 –the third incarnation in my family’s restaurant legacy.
The new Daniels’, from its inception, belonged to Dad; Grandpa Collin was dead. The former restaurants on Fairground Avenue stood empty. Not long after I met Kirk I showed him the abandoned building once home to Daniels’ Diner. I explained it was the restaurant I kept warehoused in my earliest childhood memories. And, how it was a bustling business often requiring my grandfather lock the front door during the lunch rush and only allow customers to enter as others left.
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