There is a little hole-in-the-wall cafe off the side of the road in a small town called Chimacum. Its a tiny one-stop town on the way to Port Townsend out on the peninsula. We have to pass thru there on the hour-long drive to Heidi's eye vet so I like to stop there on the way back if we have time. I always make a point to bring one of the boys with me and use it as a Mommy/Son outing. The cafe is a bit of a greasy spoon, but it has significance to me because my grandmother, Joyce, worked there as a waitress back in the late seventies, maybe even early eighties. She was married to her second husband then and they literally lived in the sticks. I have vague memories of visiting them out there, but I have an old article that my mom saved that shows my grandma serving someone behind the counter. Its kinda cool to be in a place over 30 years later that my grandma had once made a living. She was my mom's "real" mom and passed away in 1997. My grandma in Prosser is really a step-grandma, but God help you if you ever referred to her as that, so in order to distinguish between the two, we would refer to Joyce as "Crabby Grandma"....she was a grouch for sure, but I loved her just the same and I feel close to her whenever we pass thru Chimacum.
Don't blink or you will miss it
Out in the country indeed
Sitting at the counter, probably the same formica as when she worked there!
Mmm...greasy diner breakfast
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