This post was originally published May 6, 2009. Today we learned this man, so kind, so beloved by all, died this weekend and we are saddened by his passing.
The first restaurant didn't take credit cards. Only cash. Same with the second restaurant, same with the third. I kept thinking I was in small town hell and I wandered into this fella's place. It smelled like a good old fashioned lunch counter, thick hot cheeseburgers with grilled onions, homemade berry pies, strong coffee. He asked for my order but I told him my story first. No sense wasting his time if his policy was the same as everyone else. He looked me up and down and said,
"I don't take credit cards. What do you want to eat?"
I said "I can't pay you."
He said, "I know you're good for it."
Seriously. He took my order, made our lunch, gave it to me in a paper sack and told me to pay him when the bank transferred the money. I think it was about $11.00.
When the money came in, I was in his place like a shot. We've been friends ever since.
My husband took this photo of him recently in his new place. He is much beloved.
In all the years we've moved around, I've had wonderful encounters with people, particularly in smaller towns. This is one of my favorites.