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Yesterday, on the front door of my favorite restaurant, a sign handwritten by the owners said they'd been forced, by unforeseen circumstances, to permanently close. A moment later, another customer appeared. "They went out of business," I said to him. And he said, "Damn, I liked their biscuits & gravy." We both walked away. In all of our lives, there are so many places and people who go away. We're constantly mourning one death or another. Near the end of our time on this earth, we'll add up the score and no matter the tally, we'll probably want more.
Wow, excellent. I'm still mourning all the stores in lower Queen Anne that disappeared during the Great Recession.
I have been given many things over the last 25 years that I knew, for a fact, I would never have in my life. Even then I may end up wanting more. Hopefully that is many years in the future. One thing I would like more of is good biscuits and gravy. A lot of places I have had it, it was bland, why bother?