Perhaps I long for the old America depicted in film --- the America that my generation has hardly experienced. We've grown up with mega chains and homogenized taste. There is something comforting about someone recognizing you when you come in. There is also something calming about old Utah men with trucker hats, sipping down coffee and relating the events of the day. I've been trying to get into photography recently. Here's a photo Marissa and I took and edited at the cafe of two older gentlemen working on an old jukebox:
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This makes me think of Louisiana. So many of the gas stations out in the country are cafes too. So, amid the fish bait, pampers and motor oil you could find the absolute best tamales, boudin, pastries and cat fish. People would just wander in to talk, eat, or shop and while there reconnect, something we are missing in this cyber age, a sense of place.
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