86 it! It’s a 6.

Sliding into the booth, like a pinch hitter into home base, the butter soft black leather of my pants melded with the time-worn red vinyl cushion; I let out a slow sigh as the aroma of maple glazed bacon and lard laden home fries sizzling on the grill top took hold of my olfactory senses, suspending me in the pure physicality of the moment.

The Last Chance Diner, in the north end of the city, dead center of the warehouse district, was a storied local landmark long before the advent of “inner city revitalization” efforts and major shifts in the zoning laws transformed it from dive diner refuge to a “24 hr. Best Eats” in Fodors Travel Guide. Nestled among earth toned trendy restaurants, high end gift shops and celebrity touted art galleries, the Last Chance was a diamond in the rough.

An exterior that had long lost it’s lustre, the interior more than made up for it from the spit shine molded chrome of the black vinyl covered swivel seat counter stools to the gleam of the table legs and slices of table top trim, with booths big enough to fit 6 comfortably under art deco inspired pendant lighting, it was a magnet for anyone looking for an escape into the past or time out from the present; for me tonight, it was a bit of both.

Sitting in my booth, 2nd from the jukebox on the west end of the diner, diagonally across from the restrooms, I had a bird’s eye view of both the entrance as well as the side parking lot, it was the perfect vantage point for watching everyone who came in and everyone who left; tonight the joint was rockin’ with a bigger than normal, other side of Saturday night, crowd.

They say there’s safety in numbers, I don’t know if that’s true, but what I do know is running from the past isn’t quite the same as running from the law…

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27 thoughts on “86 it! It’s a 6.

  1. Rhen Laird February 27, 2020 / 8:47 pm

    Oh my, this IS Good! I agree with your comment about self-punishment…for my collected offenses, I seem to be serving LWOP (life without parole)…which is sad commentary from a bonafide Christian who’s covered in God’s grace 🙂 Blessings to you ❤

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 27, 2020 / 9:23 pm

      Thanks so much Rhen! Oh no, but I daresay I’ve felt that way on more than one occasion.

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      • Rhen Laird February 27, 2020 / 9:45 pm

        Women are particularly hard on themselves…unless they’re sociopaths 🙂

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  2. D. Avery @shiftnshake February 27, 2020 / 8:56 pm

    What a great ending. I did not see that coming. I thoroughly enjoyed the descriptions of the diner, I love diners. What a great escape, if she makes it. Might as well have a slice of pie while there.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 27, 2020 / 9:26 pm

      Thanks you! I love them too and it’s been too long since I’ve been to one. Totally agree about a great escape.
      Oh, she’ll make it. It’s more the self made prison she should be worrying about.
      You got here before I was able to serve up that “slice” but I appreciate the heads up. I owe ya one 😀

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  3. UP February 27, 2020 / 10:58 pm

    So good, especially the twist at the end. And now I’m hungry for lard laden home fries…

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 27, 2020 / 11:06 pm

      Thank you, Paul. Nothing like home fries off the griddle 😀

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  4. clark February 28, 2020 / 6:26 am

    Interesting how urban is the concept of a diner…even when they’re in a small town in the middle of Nowhere, Nebraska.
    They are composed of materials that are un-abashedly non-natural, chrome, linoleum (then vinyl) they have priestesses and, archetypically, an angry gnome in the kitchen…
    when you think about it, imagine how quickly the world would break down if you found yourself in a diner with a …waiter.
    fun Six

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 28, 2020 / 6:57 am

      Interesting, indeed. Hm…thanks for the imagery that now populates “my diner”, lol

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  5. Susan Zutautas February 28, 2020 / 12:00 pm

    You had me smelling the food and now I’m hungry 🙂 I used to go to a bar called Last Call.

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  6. The Vintage Toy Advertiser February 28, 2020 / 5:11 pm

    You certainly pulled me right inside that diner, and made me feel hungry. I was lucky enough to go to a diner when I visited the States. A bit of a surreal exprerience, as I’d seen so many of them depicted on US TV shows and films growing up, I couldn’t believe I was actually sat inside one. The decor was a treat to see. Will definitely do it again if I go back.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 28, 2020 / 7:09 pm

      That was my intention, lol.
      How wonderful! They are a unique experience for sure. I do hope you sat at the counter and didn’t leave without ordering pie 😀

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      • The Vintage Toy Advertiser February 29, 2020 / 4:19 am

        We were three and chose to sit in a nice, cosy booth. I think between us we had burgers, fries, ice creams, coffee, and for sure shared some pie at the end! Really good experience. Next time I will go to the counter like you say 🙂 Another thing I did was go to a Baseball game which was also fun after seeing it portrayed in the movies often.

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        • GirlieOnTheEdge February 29, 2020 / 8:12 am

          Nice! Sounds like an excellent menu choice 🙂 Oh, do. While I’m partial to booths (restaurant or diner), there was a time I decided I must have that experience – go to a diner, sit at the counter… and eat pie, lol
          Aha! Diners and baseball, sounds as if you and your fellow travelers had a wonderful time.
          From what part of the world did you travel?

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          • The Vintage Toy Advertiser February 29, 2020 / 1:01 pm

            Totally, it was a wonderful time. I was living in England then and travelled from there. Stopped with two American friends and spent time in Washington State then hopped over to Vancouver. Now I’m in France. No diners as such… but plenty of cool cafés 🙂

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  7. messymimi's meanderings February 28, 2020 / 8:27 pm

    Diners are the best, and while the law may stop looking after the statue of limitations runs out, your past never quite does that. Well done six!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge February 29, 2020 / 8:15 am

      Agreed! Imo, perfect getaway no matter what. Can simply be plain old cozy 🙂
      No, the past rarely forgets. Thanks, Mimi.

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  8. Lisa Tomey March 1, 2020 / 8:38 am

    You had me at lard laden fries and left me mouth wide open at the end. Well done!

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  9. dyannedillon March 1, 2020 / 9:50 pm

    I was sitting right there at the booth with you. Beautifully woven story, Denise! Come visit me, and I will take you to the White Grill. They don’t have pie, but you can sit at the counter and watch the fry cook do his magic!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge March 1, 2020 / 10:16 pm

      Thank you, Dyanne. Sounds good! I for sure will forgo pie in order to watch a master fry cook at work 😀
      P.S. Is this the White Grill on N. Commercial St.? Looks very cool inside. The food looks fantastic!

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  10. Lisa A. Listwa March 9, 2020 / 10:54 am

    I like this – very vivid. Particularly like the “other side of Saturday night crowd.” That’s a great description.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge March 9, 2020 / 9:12 pm

      Thanks, Lisa. It was a fun write. Have a few fond memories of being one of those in the “other side of Saturday night crowd” 😀

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