Cindy’s Diner is a Fort Wayne institution – one of the few, I’d dare to say. It’s a little – tiny – freestanding building on a corner, with the motto, “Feeding the world..15 people at a time.”  I’d always been hesitant to take my crew there, since it is so crowded and I felt kind of bad about taking up almost one-third of the seats during the busy lunch hour. But we hit it early, there wasn’t much business yet, so guilt assuaged.
Through the window, on the corner, a shoeshine guy, arms filled with tats, doing something with playing cards as he waited for customers. And yes, his shoes gleamed.
(Katies’ comment on her image: “I look all emo.” Whatever that means – I gather it’s depressed and self-pitying? Yes?)
(The menu: hot dogs, turkey sandwich and for me, grilled ham and cheese on rye. Having grilled ham and cheese always reminds me of my heady days working at the K-Mart in Fountain City.  It was my great discovery, and what I had for dinner or lunch whenever I worked – yes, those were the days when K-Marts had lunch counters in the back…)