After 38 Years at the Diner the New Owner Sent Me to the Dish Pit for Being Too Old Then the Regulars Walked In
Whatever Bev’s Making “Bev, I’m going to be honest with you.” Chad didn’t sit down. He stood in the doorway of the little back office at Gus’s Diner with his arms crossed over his sleeveless puffy vest, leaning on the frame like a man in a cologne ad. I was standing too. I’d…
