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added that a men’s room would be nice also. He
pointed at the self-service coffee pot just ahead of
me on the bar and then to the restrooms, which
were located in the back left corner. I thanked
him and went to the restroom.
When I returned from the restroom, I went to
the coffee pot and started filling my cup. A lady,
Emily Sellers, was cooking the usual breakfast
items on a large commercial grill located behind
the bar. Everybody seemed to know her and
called out orders to her, no tickets needed. She
had a five-pound tub of butter strategically posi-
tioned near the grill. She noticed me and asked
if I wanted anything.
“No, just coffee,” I answered with a smile and
a thank you.
I then waited my turn in the checkout line. I
told Bud Griggs, the owner, that I just had a re-
fill, and he said that would be $1.00.
“I noticed the old house just down the street
with couches, refrigerators, and things like that
on the front porch,” I noted. “Do you know who
owns that house?”
“That’s my son,” he answered. “Did you see
something you were interested in?”
“No sir, I’m just an amateur photographer
and thought I might take a picture of the house,
but didn’t want to do so without permission.”
ets, which he put in one of those letter-size “That’s no problem,” he answered, “help
accordion folders with one compartment for yourself.”
each letter of the alphabet. Probably IOUs. “Thanks.”
The bar ran on and then took a sharp left. At I took my coffee cup and headed across the
the end of the bar, four gentlemen were eat- parking lot to my car. About half way there,
ing breakfast. To the right were three, four- something happened. I paused and asked my-
seat tables pushed together to form a sort self why I wasn’t getting something to eat? What
of community table. There were a number was the problem?
of men and women eating breakfast there. I’m not exactly sure why, but I turned around
Suspended from the ceiling between the two and went back in the store. I stood by the bar
groups was a television, tuned for some rea- inside and caught Ms. Sellers’ attention.
son to CNBC, the business channel, rather “I changed my mind,” I confessed. “Could I
than Fox News or some channel like that. get a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit without the
Perhaps the farmers were keeping up with biscuit,” I asked, sounding like someone from a
the price of soybeans, cotton, or corn. Jack Nicholson movie. “I’m trying the Atkins
About this time, an African-American diet,” I added in way of explanation.
gentleman standing by the bar asked if I “Is a fried egg okay?”
was looking for the coffee pot. I said yes and “Sure, that’s fine.”

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