fig.6.54) Father, say hey. So say, yeah! I'll say it, I miss the downtown diners, just not this one. It should have aspired for something more. Instead, it lingered in the center of the road, where it waited too long. In the 90's, I worked there waiting tables and the whole staff was dismissive of the owners. They were always hiring people, posting ads for Help in the free weeklies. But in the end, the timid and habitually lost wouldn't save them. Their food was fair but pricey, particularly for us students or anyone answering one an ad for one of their jobs. Once upon a time, when the theater outside was still an arthouse or even before that when artists lingered in the studios upstairs; you might find a decent bowl of soup here. There goes our honeymoon, now it's back to work. We've got to reduce those taxes, create extra arcane loopholes for the corporate shills coming from the dark office. Remove the services, sell the resources and make up the shortfa