Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Survival of a Family Tradition

Dear John,
 
I found the neatest place for lunch today. You'd love it - it's just the kind of place we liked to find. If you can come for a visit, remind me to take you there.
 
There's a place in LaGrange that I wanted to try while I'm there for training, and I got there today. It's called Chicago Joe's and, yes, it's about hot dogs. I haven't had a Chicago dog since the place in Elkhart turned into a Mexican fast food place, and you know how I love Chicago hot dogs.
 
It's a little place in an old building across from the court house. The owner cooks and one employee runs the register and gets drinks. The have hot dogs, some sandwiches, pizza by the slice, and fries and onion rings. The booths and old and wonderful. It's just your kind of place - good food, local, nothing fancy. It was so good that I may go back tomorrow.
 
We always had fun finding places to eat when we traveled, looking for the little local places. Neither of us ever had an epicurean molecule in our bodies. We found diners and barbecue shacks and hot dog stands, and loved every bit of it.
 
Now I'm doing it without you. It would be infinitely more fun with you. But I thought you'd like to know that I'm carrying on the family tradition. I'll keep checking out the little local places, and I'll be thinking about you and wishing you were with me.
 
Love you even more than Chicago dogs,
Joan.

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