By Jack Clark
“Oh yeah,” Dori says. “I love that place. I’ve been going since high school. Yeah, everybody had their say on what was happening with Biasetti’s. You know how that goes.”
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“Oh Jesus, Jack, it was in the 40s. No it wasn’t, but almost. Early 50s. Early, early 50s.”
“Was Biasetti’s there?”
Bob gets on. “The diner was always busy, and Mother’s and the Walgreens were always jamming. The Walgreens had a full counter, and they had a bunch of booths. You could get all kinds of stuff, you know, chocolate phosphates and fries.
“How’d you end up at Lake View?” I ask.
I say good-bye. Why did I call them anyway? Oh yeah, Biasetti’s. I make a few more calls, and everybody knows about the rumor. They’ve known about it for months, but no one has bothered to call.
