I never really grasped the concept until this weekend. or... never felt it until this weekend. I've never really done typical American things, like going to fairs, baseball games, oh wait wait wait. I love diners. I guess that is part of Americana.
Anyway, I went to a local burger joint a couple of days ago with 2 friends of mine. We sat upstairs, with lots of light coming through the windows, HUGE burgers and fries and sodas around us, the walls were yellow, the tablecloths were checkered, and "Why Can't We Be Friends" was playing on the radio.
and that was it. So that is what it feels like. It was kind of nice.
