I grew up in a small town. Think Mayberry in the 70’s. There was a pharmacy where my grandparents picked-up their many prescriptions and, during the summer, I was brought along. This pharmacy had a lunch counter inside where any number of tasty items could be purchased. My favorite was the hot dogs and fries.
Today, for lunch, I found myself ordering the hot dog and regular fries from 5 Guys Burgers & Fries. I asked for it to go due to the time and waited for my lunch.
The young man behind the counter had no idea that by handing me that slightly greasy paper bag he would send me back in time. I was briefly hurled back to a summer day in that pharmacy, sitting across from my protective and supportive grandmother. The scent of French fries, thick and crisp, reminded me of her and our summers. But lunch can’t last forever, can it?