Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

four-door sedan sat under the shade of the old maple tree. A single yellow leaf had landed on the windshield, stuck to the glass near the wiper blade.

I sat down on the wooden bench, my hands tucked into the sleeves of my sweater to keep out the chill. For forty-five years, that car had been my way out into the world, the machine that continue reading …