Reset Forty-Six, Day Nine
Nov. 17th, 2022 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphIf my brain gets any fuzzier I'll be able to stuff a pillow with it. That would be handy, as I'm still sleeping a lot. Weaving a blanket from it could be good, too, as it's gotten chilly in here. Wednesday evening I took a nap instead of eating dinner, and the nap lasted until three o'clock this morning. By that time it was too late for dinner, but early enough for a donut, so that's what I ate. I'm thinking about eating something else, but nothing on hand appeals to me. I might be willing to eat a waffle, but I've never replaced the waffle iron that I lost in the fire. I don't have the ingredients anyway, or I'd substitute some pancakes. I miss those cheap diners that served breakfast all day.
And that just reminded me of something I haven't thought of in ages. The place we most often shopped when I was very young was the business district of Alhambra, an old eastern suburb of Los Angeles to which we could get on a local bus line that ran through our neighborhood. On one corner of the main intersection of the main street was a little coffee shop called Vic Lee's, which advertised waffles on its neon sign. The place had probably been there since the waffle fad of the 1930s, though waffles themselves had been around since the 18th century.
We never ate waffles there, and the place had changed hands by the time I first went into it in the 1960s, but as a kid I'd thought of Vic Lee's as the epitome of urban sophistication. Waffles in a restaurant! How splendid! Detectives and murderers and femmes fatales probably ate there! I know nothing about Vic Lee himself, or what became of him. He'd be dead by now, I'm sure. I tried googling the place, and got zero results, and it seems unlikely that many people remain who remember it at all. The building itself was demolished in the 1980s. I suppose there might be an old photo showing it, somewhere out there, but I haven't been able to find one on the Internet. It's unlikely I'll ever see one. It's too bad Alhambra never had an Edward Hopper. A few lines posted on the Internet aren't much of a memorial.
Anyway. No waffles. Maybe I'll make some oatmeal and put maple syrup on it. I've got all day. Or until I fall asleep again. Whichever comes first.
And that just reminded me of something I haven't thought of in ages. The place we most often shopped when I was very young was the business district of Alhambra, an old eastern suburb of Los Angeles to which we could get on a local bus line that ran through our neighborhood. On one corner of the main intersection of the main street was a little coffee shop called Vic Lee's, which advertised waffles on its neon sign. The place had probably been there since the waffle fad of the 1930s, though waffles themselves had been around since the 18th century.
We never ate waffles there, and the place had changed hands by the time I first went into it in the 1960s, but as a kid I'd thought of Vic Lee's as the epitome of urban sophistication. Waffles in a restaurant! How splendid! Detectives and murderers and femmes fatales probably ate there! I know nothing about Vic Lee himself, or what became of him. He'd be dead by now, I'm sure. I tried googling the place, and got zero results, and it seems unlikely that many people remain who remember it at all. The building itself was demolished in the 1980s. I suppose there might be an old photo showing it, somewhere out there, but I haven't been able to find one on the Internet. It's unlikely I'll ever see one. It's too bad Alhambra never had an Edward Hopper. A few lines posted on the Internet aren't much of a memorial.
Anyway. No waffles. Maybe I'll make some oatmeal and put maple syrup on it. I've got all day. Or until I fall asleep again. Whichever comes first.
