Kay Eck

When my children were young, we occasionally took them to an old-fashioned coffee shop downtown called Round-The-Clock. It was of a dying breed – linoleum tabletops, homemade cakes under glass domes, sugar jars with pour spouts, waitresses in candy-colored uniforms wrapped in white aprons. After consuming stacks of pancakes or grilled cheese sandwiches, they would rush to the front of the diner to Read more of this blog post »