They’re the American overnight icon. The all-night diner. Tonight, I’ve stopped by our local 24 hour joint: KD’s in Lake Charles.
It reminds me of the old Murrel’s in Shreveport. Or Juanita’s, which used to exist just outside the old hometown.
The smell of pancakes and hamburgers fill the air.
The hardworking ragtag staff from all walks of life, all creeds and backgrounds.
UPDATE: After reading through past editions of this blog, I find that I have written about my experience here before. It’s like deja vu all over again.