Sitting outside the only laundromat in town, watching the cars that occasionally drove down main street as dusk fell. Talking about other places, idealizing the "outside world."
Getting to the doughnut shop early to snag one of the morning's two raspberry bismarks.
Lounging in the back of the community theatre in the dark of rehearsal.
Coffee at 6 AM at Frontier Cafe, when it was still 5 cents for a bottomless cup. It went up to 10 cents at 7 AM. Listening to the farmers and "old-timers" who couldn't fathom us doing calculus in the booth in the back smoking room before breakfast.


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