One More Meal at Lou’s

Louie ran the place with a magnifying glass in his hand - so clean you could eat off the floor in the basement. He knew everyone's name - “Hey Zalta, Chera, Kredi, Kassab, Sasson or Garda.” He knew everyone and he treated us all the same way - rough. Then Ruthy would step in and smile. They were together behind the counter and would make the line move along quickly.

Sirens and The Occasional Bark

A distant siren sounds, a light flicks on and off in apartments above the street lamp. Through a silhouette you can see the occupant pulling off their coat and suddenly a hat and the silhouette reveals it to be a woman. She stands there but I walk on past.