Smoking in the snow with a guy
who worked here when this place was
a Howard Johnson. Talking about
how the huge picture of town from the Hill
was exactly where it is now. Crazy.
He said this was his first time back in 20 years.
He said he looked up his buddy’s old place.
It was still in the phonebook, he said. So
he walked to the old street and felt like he
had walked passed it. He went back, he said,
and tried to look at all the house numbers
without looking like a creep. Nothing, he said.
So he crosses the street to see if anything
looks familiar. He’s standing there, and he says
to himself, “That’s gotta be where it was.”
Right where there’s a fucking parking lot.

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