My grandparents used to eat there. They liked how everything was sold a la carte. They'd get a plate of ham, a dish of scalloped potatoes, don't forget the peas, and a dessert, say, cherry pie. And of course coffee.
The point is that Harvest House is now just a memory. A beautiful memory. When I'm looking for peace, I look backward into time.
Everything seemed understandable then. There were no clouds of ambivalent grey. Peas were only .35 cents.
Go back, young man, to simpler times. Go back to your roots. Talk to old friends. The real goal is continuity.
You are you. You're the same person who walked the face of the earth 30 years ago.
Where does one go when he has everything? When he's arrived. He goes back into the past.
And, eventually, he moves forward.
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