Saturday Morning Breakfast
Dear Diesel,
My moms have taken me to you for longer than I remember. I have so many memories from growing up with you as a part of my life. Being afraid of the halloween decorations. Going downstairs and being amazed that there was a whole other world underground. Taking photos with my baby brother sitting on my lap in the photo booth.
Taking photos with my baby brother sitting on my lap in the photo booth
Clicking away on the typewriters. ‘Playing’ pool, which really consisted of rubbing that red dust on the cues. Leaving preschool to go to prom at Redbones, where I got to wear my light purple flats and talk into a microphone and dance. Cranking that counting thingie on the counter to see how high of a number I could get. But, most importantly, walking to Diesel for Saturday morning breakfast, sitting at the big table in the back with my family, seeing familiar faces, noticing new items on the menu. Diesel will always hold a special place in my heart, it’s where my parents met, and was created by two people I love dearly. I love you Diesel, I wouldn’t be who I am today without you.
Love,
Maisy
EDITOR’S NOTE: All 4 members of the Branch-Tomsho family wrote Diesel Love Stories. Read them all!
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