Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

a sound that felt like home.

The engine started on the first turn, puffing a small cloud of white exhaust into the crisp October air.

I drove slowly down the two miles of asphalt into town, watching the yellow streetlights flicker out one by one as the sky began to turn the color of wet slate.

The gravel parking lot at the Oakhaven Diner was mostly empty,continue reading …