I've been having this persistent memory of going out to breakfast with my mother when I was very young, most likely in the late 1970's. The memory only has so many facets, but it's strong. I can feel the sunlight pouring through the windows-it must have been a nice warm summer day and I can feel that the aroma of the restaurant was so
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Your Livejournal always makes me want to actually have seven pieces of toast, I hope that's ok.
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What sticks in my mind was mom and dad paying so much attention to each other they didn't care how much syrup we put on our pancakes. I still remember looking forward to all the syrup I could fit on the plate.
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for a long time there was still one on the washington coast somewhere..
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