I’ve owned Miller’s Diner on Route 9 for over twenty years, and you get used to seeing the same faces. Every Tuesday at 6:30 AM, an elderly woman named Clara would come in, order a scrambled egg with white toast, and leave a crisp $20 bill for a $7 meal.
Part 1 For twenty-two years, Miller’s Diner had been my life’s work. Sitting along a winding stretch of Route 9 just outside town, the neon sign hummed day and night, offering …
I’ve owned Miller’s Diner on Route 9 for over twenty years, and you get used to seeing the same faces. Every Tuesday at 6:30 AM, an elderly woman named Clara would come in, order a scrambled egg with white toast, and leave a crisp $20 bill for a $7 meal. Read More