ceaselessly into the past
I spent a little time yesterday mourning the loss of my old hot dog stand, from back when I lived at the Camel Clutch — which is also going away. Sim and Sue’s (I never met Sue) nourished and sustained me for a year, and I think I can blame at least part of my post-college increase in stature on those fries. Oh, those fries. I haven’t yet found a new stand with the charm of Sim and Sue’s , and I don’t think I ever will.
And the Camel Clutch, well, I’ll miss it too. Thanks for the memories, Mr. Burdick.