on june 24th, 2000, my dad died at a fantastically old and rickety restaurant called the muscoot. he was sitting at the bar having a budweiser and a cheeseburger with mustard. there were probably onion rings too. to honor and remember my father, my siblings and i go to that same restaurant every year on the 24th of june, sit at the bar exactly where he was sitting and eat a cheeseburger with mustard, and onion rings, washed down with (for me, a sip of) a budweiser. if none of us was there on that evening, how would we know where he was sitting? we know because every single year the same lovely woman who served him that night, serves us....by some miracle, she is scheduled for the 24th of june every single year. we bring flowers and a placard that reads "Donald R. Kellogg Jr., 2/4/44-9/24/2000" and leave them there at the end of the meal.
11 years we've been doing this.
this year, it's been sold. it's closed for renovations.
no more bar. no more stools.
quite possibly, no more hamburgers as the owner of an italian restaurant bought it.
quite possibly, no more server who shares sweet memories of our dad.