Justin

The round table at the back of the Main Street Diner is nearly filled with guys close to my age. Some are older, like Harvey and Galvin, while others are younger, like Nick. Despite today’s crowd, there’s still one empty chair when I arrive. As soon as I sit, Joyce, our favorite waitress and the owner of the diner, places a cup of black coffee in front of me. “What can I get you, Justin?”

I look around the table seeing that ...