Tired and sweaty, I leave my morning workout and head to my car. It’s a gorgeous pre-fall overcast day here in Portland. The air is cool and soft. As I’m walking I notice a little breakfast restaurant and decide I am hungry indeed… I walk into a clean little diner space with just a couple customers. A sign says I should check in to get a table at the bar in the back of the room. I saunter back and sidle up. The wait staff are engaged so I look around. Over the beer taps are shelves full of VHS tapes and even an 80’s built-in VCR/TV that has about a ten inch by ten inch screen. I am struck by very familiar images moving in it and I freeze.
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