I love a diner. So what if the food isn’t normally something to write home about; all diners seem to have that Rockwell-esque quality that gives me a feeling of “home.” Home is a concept I struggle with. I never have one long enough to ever feel homesick. I don’t have an allegiance to any one area in the U.S. and I hate being asked the question, “where are you from?” Overseas, many times just saying “America” is sufficient, but not always. I never, ever say I’m Canadian, though. I have traveled to many places that are known [...]
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