One more touchstone gone. Pat's. Another one of those fabled places where we would hang out like outlaws, backs to the wall, always watching the door for friend or foe to enter. A place where we could drink coffee and eat breakfast like lovers, but lovers in the Archie and Betty kind of way. Sipping caffinated beverages instead of highballs, eating toast instead of caviar.
I heard about the bakery's closing while I was hanging out with my Facebook crowd. At first I mixed up the name of the bakery on Callow. It wasn't until this morning that I straightened it all out in my head. And while I don't usually find myself on that side of the world anymore I just figured when I did Pat's would just be part of the equation, that it would always be there, a constant in my old universe, a sort of flat earth map to counteract the realities of a well rounded and not so kind world.
Pat's was part of the makeup of that mythical world we shared, sort of like that corner of the parking lot of Sylvan and Wheaton, sort of like the oversized green love seat we shared at Value Village. Someplaces, somethings live on in the mind. But most of that stuff just goes away when you turn your head and blink.
We did. So did Pat's.
And that's just the way it is.
Goodbye Pat's. You were more than just a chapter in the grand story of our lives, for a time you gave two lovers shelter. Who can ask for more?
Your WHMB
I heard about the bakery's closing while I was hanging out with my Facebook crowd. At first I mixed up the name of the bakery on Callow. It wasn't until this morning that I straightened it all out in my head. And while I don't usually find myself on that side of the world anymore I just figured when I did Pat's would just be part of the equation, that it would always be there, a constant in my old universe, a sort of flat earth map to counteract the realities of a well rounded and not so kind world.
Pat's was part of the makeup of that mythical world we shared, sort of like that corner of the parking lot of Sylvan and Wheaton, sort of like the oversized green love seat we shared at Value Village. Someplaces, somethings live on in the mind. But most of that stuff just goes away when you turn your head and blink.
We did. So did Pat's.
And that's just the way it is.
Goodbye Pat's. You were more than just a chapter in the grand story of our lives, for a time you gave two lovers shelter. Who can ask for more?
Your WHMB
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