20 Miles on 95
Diesel was the salve to my young, closeted, queer heart stuck in suburbia in the late 90s. It was the place where I escaped on long nights during high school summers, driving 20 miles on 95 just to be surrounded by coffee and queers. Diesel was there when I was on break from college in upstate New York in the early 2000s, always familiar and welcoming as I struggled to figure out who I was. Diesel was waiting when I flew from Washington, DC to bring my first true love home to visit my parents more than a decade ago.
Now I’ve been married for 8 years to that first true love. I have two young kids, and I live 400 miles away. My parents are no longer in Cambridge and I no longer visit Somerville often. But Diesel will always have a special place in my queer heart, even though it’s no longer young. Congratulations on 20 years!