I’ve written so many editions of this love story, since I seem to have so many love stories to share. But the overarching similarity between them all is pure gratitude.
I moved to Boston fresh out of college, and like so many who wandered through, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Parky interviewed me over Skype during a lunch break from my summer job, and I giddily accepted, knowing nothing beyond the fact that a coffee shop that threw Halloween parties sounded like a fun time. It turns out, Diesel, that working within your doors would become one of the most formative decisions I’ve ever made. Working at Diesel not only gave me a community, but lifelong friends. I didn’t know how attached I could become to a space; with that garage door and counter on the counter; with those rickety pool tables that were a pain in the ass no matter how much energy Shoe put into it, and the photo booth that was a pain in the ass no matter how much energy Shoe put into it; the behind-the-counter pranks and the chai puns and late night drinks after a close. Diesel showed me what strength looked like and helped me find a voice. More than anything else in Boston, Diesel was my home. And the people I met there shaped my life more than I could have ever expected.
Even after it was time for us to part ways, Diesel will always be home. The gratitude I have, for the community Parky & Tucker so joyously created, is near impossible to put to words. I am honored to be a part of Diesel’s story, as Diesel will always be a part of mine.
Happy 20th birthday, Diesel. I’ve heard your 20s are suppose to be the best yet.