Diesel Love Stories

20 years of tales, triumphs, tidbits and tragedy, as shared by you.

Magic happens at the Diesel, all the time.

The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It’s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we’re all too young to know” – “The Book of Love”, by The Magnetic Fields

“I could write a whole book of love centered at this café.” -A comment on the Diesel Cafe’s Facebook page, by Marcelo Vinces

In what I generously call my “archives”, there are many pictures, both in print and digital forms, spanning many years centered around the Diesel Café. There are also many pieces hidden in scrapbooks and boxes, what real archivists would call “ephemera”, that have in their origins someone who works or worked at the Diesel, or an event there or for or by the Diesel staff, whether it be a prom, a wedding, a Halloween party, a backyard concert. In the 10 years I lived in the Boston area, especially in the 8 years I lived in a loving house in Teele Square, Somerville, the Diesel Cafe was the engine of my social life. Many of my housemates worked there, and I made friendships of all sorts around the Diesel, from close friends to dance pals to no-strings-attached silly make-out regulars. I take these physical objects with me wherever I move to. Currently, they all live with me in Chicago. Tangible reminders of that important and magical era in my life, at the heart of which was the Diesel Café. I wanted to write about one of these mementos. And I chose the largest of them all, one that hangs in every home I’ve lived in since approximately 2004 (except for a 2 year gap in Belgium): the tufted carpet masterpiece rendering of Leonardo da Vinci’s The Last Supper. I think it, like none other, is emblematic of the place Diesel holds in my heart and the hearts of many others.

Tangible reminders of that important and magical era in my life, at the heart of which was the Diesel Cafe.

The piece was an acquisition of one of our summer subletors at the house in Teele Square, Ann Browning. Like many who lived in that house, Ann had worked in the Diesel Cafe. She purchased the piece at a garage sale. The work illustrates a social occasion, perhaps one of the more famous in world lore, but it’s rendered in tufted carpeting, a working-class tapestry, in line with the aesthetics of the Diesel and this Diesel-fueled home.

Twenty years have passed since the Diesel Cafe opened its doors. The meaning of this place has not waned in my heart, no matter how far away I’ve moved physically. Likewise, though I never had the pleasure and honor of working there, the Diesel opened its doors and its heart to me and others around me for many loving years. And when I visit Massachusetts, the trip is not complete without a drop in at the Diesel. One time I did so, I ran into Patrick Kelly, the man who introduced me to the Diesel family. He was on a visit to town as well. Serendipity. Magic happens at the Diesel, all the time.

Back For More…

I’m one of the “back for more” employees! Worked there in 2000? 2001? Moved away and then when I moved back and went to grad school (with Russo!) worked there again around 2005-2006? Those shifts at Diesel were not only a needed antidote to the stress of thesis-writing and social work internships, I made great friends and went on a first date with my now-husband there…

Those shifts at Diesel were not only a needed antidote to the stress of thesis-writing and social work internships, I made great friends and went on a first date with my now-husband there.

That’s a funny story actually. I didn’t tell dates that I worked at Diesel because I didn’t want them bugging me at work if they were creepy, so when Gabe suggested meeting at Diesel for coffee I said yes, but I arrived early and was behind the counter talking to someone (Jess?) when he came in…oops!…good thing he was a good guy! Pictures attached: having fun…I can’t remember for what occasion; baby Jess & Kate just for fun; coffee that I picked up for us after we moved to Concord MA because I missed good coffee; our girl looking for the photos of her mama before we moved to Seattle (honestly, even here, I miss Diesel coffee!).

I’m forever grateful for my shifts at Diesel! Tucker and Parky, you created something amazing!! Excited to visit when we’re back in town this summer!
Here’s to 20 more years!

Want to Go to Diesel?

Sometimes on Saturday mornings my mama wakes me up and says, “Do you want to go to diesel?” I think, “I’ll get to have a brioche egg sandwich and maybe orange juice!” and I put my clothes on as quick as I can. I also like raspberry lime rickeys and I like to type on the typewriters. I like that they name their salads and sandwiches after people I know. I really wish they still had the little boxes of cereal. They had Special K, Frosted Flakes and Frosted Mini-Wheats!

EDITOR’S NOTE: All 4 members of the Branch-Tomsho family wrote Diesel Love Stories. Read them all!

Brownies and 8-Balls

My favorite memory of Diesel was going there with my friend Matt during review season at MassArt in the late nineties (Jeezus I feel old right now)..we would go to Diesel, grab a mint brownie and a peanut butter brownie (holy shit those were good brownies!) And we’d each get an 8-ball to wash it down, then we’d go to our studio and paint all night before class started the next morning! Thank you, Diesel, for getting me through those 36+hour daze. 🖤

EDITORS NOTE: 8-balls were on our original menu. Iced coffee with a scoop of vanilla ice cream floating on top. Yum.

Friendship Bracelets

When I pretended to leave last spring, I thought that it was Diesel and my time committed to its service that contributed to my burnout—in actuality it was the very essence that was keeping me (and has kept me) spiritually alive through this MA experience—

I don’t think it’s a secret that my fire’s been  a little less flaming since I moved here but you all  held me no matter the mood and supported me no matter the goal. I can’t even begin to imagine how many tears helped wash the dishes. 
Or how much anger helped smash the cardboard.
Or how much compassion served a goddamn sandwich.

you all  held me no matter the mood and supported me no matter the goal.

I’m leaving Boston with a degree that I have a hard and disconnected relationship with—but I leave feeling nourished with a deep gratitude for the following moments:

That time Ariel asked me to use less enthusiasm with the diesel card discount.

That time Chuckie drew a sun with a sharpie on an electric yellow t-shirt to help me celebrate spring.

That time dad broke the sign when we played capture the flag. 

That time I broke the sign taking the trash out too enthusiaticlly.

Those (many times) when JB used to barback on Wednesdays like an octamom  

That time Caitlin called and I thought she wanted clams.

That time Lane gave me a llama for my drama.

That time (after spring cleaning) (when the tablet broke) and I got to do the food line between Jen and Tucker and felt like a superstar.

That time I had the worst seven minutes of life because the diesel machine broke and we ran out of coffee twice.

That time Brooke left the first time and we made friendship bracelets.

That time Squid, Will, Marie and I had a super enthusiastic close to Rent.

Every time squad helped me finish a paper.

Every time squad said happy groundhogs day.

Every time squad made me feel loved when I felt unloveable.


I guess this is my love letter.

Mochas Were My Gateway Drug

My Diesel love story starts with an important fact: I didn’t drink coffee before I entered Diesel’s doors in 2010. I only got mochas made of mostly milk for the first five years I was a customer, when I opened an office for my health coaching practice across the street above Chipotle. More than seven years later, I now make coffee every morning in a Chemex, courtesy of a tutorial workshop from the fine folks at Forge! They got me addicted forever and I love them for it. 

On my breaks between clients, I’d run across the street to Diesel and get a large mocha and chocolate chip cookie…with a salad because I had to walk my nutrition talk. 

When I got rid of the office, I just invited clients to meet me in the red booths of my favorite queer coffee shop. We’d sit there and they’d pour their hearts out to me and laugh or cry (sometimes both) among the many customers studying or playing pool. 

My former gf and I sat for many mornings to have breakfast before I put her on the Red Line from Davis to go to work downtown.

Then we broke up at the start of my gender transition, which was such a difficult and disorienting time as I also lost most of my family of origin. But by then in 2014, Diesel felt like my second home, as it does for so many regulars in the community. Walking through the door each day to see those smiling faces of other queer-identified and queer-friendly folx made my transition process so much easier. And it helped that when other vital relationships in my life were ending, a new one was beginning: I was coming on board as the new health coach for the Diesel/Bloc and soon-to-be Forge team.

Diesel felt like my second home, as it does for so many regulars in the community.

After five years of being a customer and frequent Halloween party attendee (when I got to live my best life as a Newsie like I had wanted to since I was 17 years old), I actually got to work alongside these people I had known and respected so much! Some preliminary workshops soon grew to a regular relationship lasting over a year as Jen and Tucker built out Forge Baking Company and Forge Ice Cream and simultaneously invested in the development of their staff. Stressful change or expansion (in life and/or business) can actually be sustainable with support for better work/life balance and that’s exactly what I felt grateful to provide these teams. You can read about our work together here.

After being a customer who was star-struck by the Diesel cool kids for so many years, it was nothing short of a dream come true for me to support these amazing people with my work as a coach. I took incredible pride in posting from my regular perch at one of the tables on Instagram every day to encourage customers to eat more salads (and scones, let’s be honest). Supporting them with their life goals made an incredibly challenging time in my own life much easier because I was connected to my passion and my purpose. Every day, I felt completely content as I biked around Somerville between Diesel, Bloc and Forge for various meetings with the staff. It was a lot of fun getting to know them deeply and helping operations move more smoothly but it also kept me going. As my identities and my life shifted around me, the continuity and comfort within the walls of those cafes gave me a reason to get up every day and keep going. I felt like a part of an important legacy as I helped the staff learn new ways to take care of themselves and each other better. I was sharing as I learned right along with them. 

When I finally left Boston for retreat in Vermont in 2016, it was hard to say goodbye. But the Diesel, Bloc and Forge communities will stay with me forever as places and people of comfort and community when I really needed it. Hopefully I was able to give back a small part of what these places provided me, via mochas and so much more.

Diesel has piece of my heart….

after moving cross country to Boston I quickly learned about Diesel Cafe. I would spend hours there working on lesson plans, playing pool with coworkers and crushing on the adorable staff.

 The summer before starting graduate school I finally built up the courage to apply to work at Diesel. I then pretty much lived at Diesel either working on my school work or behind the counter slinging coffee.

Thank you Diesel (Tucker and Parky!) for being a safe place for my baby queer self to land and feel supported and loved for being me.

My years working at Diesel were the most memorable and wonderful years of my 20’s. I made lifelong friendships. Thank you Diesel (Tucker and Parky!) for being a safe place for my baby queer self to land and feel supported and loved for being me. You will always a special place in my heart (and on my leg) 


Safe Spaces Away From Home

Diesel’s gay-friendly atmosphere made it safe for me to accept my own sexuality and come out as queer person. I had my first ever date with a woman at Diesel and now my girlfriend and I go there often. I always knew it would be safe and I would not have to worry about feeling judged.

I’m out and queer and proud

Now I’m not scared! I’m out and queer and proud – and Diesel played a part in that. It’s so important to have safe spaces that are out of our homes. Thank you Diesel ♥️♥️♥️

Diesel Kids 1999 – 2003

I am forever thankful for Diesel.  Being one of only a handful of openly gay teens at Somerville High School from 1999-2003 was not easy.  Having a place to go and escape where we could be ourselves and be accepted saved us.  It was our second home.  Pretty much every day after school we would all meet in the back and take over the couch corner.  We’d just hang out, play pool, drool over all the hot Diesel staff, drink Rusty slides, eat those amazing Caesar salads (I still dream of them), and just be super gay without having to worry about who was watching.  Looking back, we were a handful at times, but Tucker and Parky were patient and understanding and always made us feel welcome.  I don’t know what I would have done without Diesel or where I would be if I hadn’t had that safe space in my life at that time.   

I don’t know what I would have done without Diesel or where I would be if I hadn’t had that safe space in my life at that time.   

I’ve lived in Seattle for about eight years now, but whenever I am back in Somerville to visit my parents, it’s always the first place I go.  Every time I return, I recognize my hometown less and less. I see many of my favorite spots disappearing and pray that Diesel (or Bloc) will not be one of them.  Thank you so much Parky and Tucker and all of you, past and present.  Happy 20th Diesel!

My Imaginary Boyfriend

I saw him in the produce section at the Porter Sq Star Market in 2006. I announced to my friend that he was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen and then I followed him to the frozen food section, through check-out, and into the parking lot, where it became too weird. In the months that followed, I spotted him every few months throughout town — from the bus, on his bike, skateboarding downtown. The next year, I started working at Diesel and he’d come in every so often. I explained to all my coworkers that although we’d never spoken, I’d fallen in love with him at Star Market.

I explained to all my coworkers that although we’d never spoken, I’d fallen in love with him at Star Market.

Jess began to usher me to the cash register any time he was in sight. I’d get nervous and make silly jokes whenever he came in, but fully accepted that he would always just be my imaginary boyfriend. That felt like enough.
Two years after I first spotted him, Parky casually mentioned that he’d asked about me. He’d been watching me, too. I dropped everything, walked from behind the counter to his table, wrote down my number, and broke up with the guy I had been seeing. We dated for the next two years, including lots of Diesel coffees, Diesel day-old pastries, and Diesel proms. 

Time passed, I moved to Seattle, we broke up, and I’ve only seen him a couple times in the last decade. But, if it weren’t for his text a few weeks ago, I wouldn’t know about this call for Diesel Love Stories 🙂

Diesel Prom 2010

A Refuge and a Home

I’ve started so many of these notes now, but I don’t know how to sum up my “Diesel love story” besides… Diesel is my family. From pilgrimages in college, to visits back now, Diesel has always been a refuge and a home to me. So much of who I am, I owe to my time at Diesel and the family I made there; you all taught me how to be a good person, how to work hard, how to love and support the people I care about, and what in this life is really important. I love you all more than I know how to say, and I can’t wait to see what the next 20 years bring you. 

Diesel’s 18th Birthday

The Place With the Motorcycle

The first time I visited Diesel Cafe, I was a freshman at Emerson College. It was the fall of 2010, and I was only eighteen. I barely passed for an adult: “artsy” glasses, long sleeve shirt under a graphic tee, black skinny jeans. Still a hint of baby face. 

I was visiting Diesel with a handful of college acquaintances. The café was open late on weekends and had board games.  

The first thing I noticed was the old motorcycle propped above the front entrance inside. This would later prompt me to remember it as “the place with the motorcycle.” I got some sort of iced beverage and sat at a tall table in the back. The place had an industrial quality, but that didn’t take away from the neighborhood feeling. The walls were decorated with work from local artists.

I can’t remember what we talked about or what games we played, but I do remember we all took turns in the photo booth that was nestled in one corner. From that point forward, I would carry the glossy, hot pink–sleeved coffee cup into class with pride. 

I made a few visits throughout college, but it wasn’t until I was a senior that Diesel really took on a larger presence. 

Breanna and I were looking for a new roommate. Specifically, someone with solid taste in books and music. We painstakingly crafted a summary of the four-bedroom apartment for our Craigslist listing, rounding it off with something along the lines of: “looking for someone to listen to records with over quality cups of joe.” Before long, we were scrolling through inquiries on our monolithic laptops. One of them really caught our eye. 

He was a musician. At Berklee. 

It was perfect. 

Breanna and I were mystified by the “Berklee guys” we saw walking through Back Bay and were intent on finding an in so that we could get invited to parties and “shows.” We had even gone to the Berklee Beantown Jazz Festival with the sole purpose of meeting the elusive Berklee musician (a little creepy, I know).   

We met him at Diesel. 

His name was Cameron and he agreed to live with us. 

He ended up being my roommate for a year, in what would turn out to be an ill-fated romance.

During that time, Breanna and I would frequently make the long walk to Diesel from our apartment in South Medford for caffeination, to write, or to talk away from the ears of our other roommates.  

At one point, we were so desperate to escape the cold of Boston that we decided to freewrite a “beach days” prompt over coffee. We sat at a small table near the back and wrote about what our dream beach vacation would look like, hunched over our notebooks and complex citrus brews. My finished product was most definitely not worth sharing, but at the same time, if someone were to offer me a trade—a real beach vacation for my memory of writing about the imagined fake one—I don’t think I would take it. 

When I moved to West Somerville, Diesel became an even bigger fixture. My new roommates and I lived a twelve-minute walk from Davis Square. Almost every weekend for two years, it was a given that we would pop in for an iced coffee and parfait. Diesel has the best parfaits—yogurt with some sort of raspberry jam or sauce, along with oats and mixed berries. I had never been crazy about parfaits before. 

At the end of my second year there, I moved back to Texas. I had been in New England for nearly nine years.

I was tired of the high cost of living and the public transit that seemed to always be broken down. I missed my family. But it was myopic of me to think I wouldn’t miss Boston too.

I’m not sure if it’s the memories that make the place or the place that makes the memories

I’m not sure if it’s the memories that make the place or the place that makes the memories. Like how there is something so quintessentially Somerville about Diesel, something that I’ll never find in Dallas. It’s what I see when I remember Davis Square—an immediate picture of Diesel on a spring day, light streaming in through that front window that opens like a garage door. 

I did not meet my future husband or finish writing a poetry manuscript there like I had secretly hoped. But that does not undercut the fact that Diesel was an omniscient force in my Boston life. Sort of like “the Bronze” in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, except that, to my knowledge, there aren’t any vampires or slayers in Somerville. 

As I write this, I am sitting in a coffeehouse in Dallas, drinking a vanilla-flavored cold brew. It’s a modern, light-filled space, but, alas, it’s no Diesel. I know I’ll never find a replacement. 

The Cute One That I Like

I met Sam in 2013, but we didn’t start dating until 2018. He was a barista at Bloc and I was a coffee fan. His obvious kindness always stood out to me. You could see that his easy smile was infectious to the coworkers around him. He seemed to be a living, breathing ray of sunshine. I would secretly tell my friends, “that’s the cute one that I like”. 

You could see that his easy smile was infectious to the coworkers around him. He seemed to be a living, breathing ray of sunshine.

My instincts were right… it turns out that Sam is amazingly sweet, funny, clever, and warm. His drive to be open and accepting makes me want to be a kinder person. Bloc will always be a special place for me because that’s where I met my sweetheart, my sunshine.  Thanks Bloc!

EDITORS NOTE: Sam has been working in the Diesel, Bloc, Forge family since 2013. He is currently our HR guru across the stores. Sam truly is a living, breathing ray of sunshine.


First of all – Congrats on 20 years! I think you have done an amazing job creating a coffee spot for all. As, a coffee lover, I have introduced many a friend to your very fine establishment.

My story is not really totally my story but my perspective of the situation is what makes me write today.

I am one of the owners of a hot tub and massage establishment called Inman Oasis in Cambridge. I am also a massage therapist. Massage therapy is a profession wherein you can often get to know your clients well- what they go through and how they tick. One of my amazing clients, Lehua, who had moved to San Francisco the year before, was back in Boston on a mission to write (for her PhD). During this multi-month period back in 2012/2013, she practically lived at the Diesel as she wrote and wrote and wrote. As she had been coming to me for years, she wanted to know if we could meet for coffee, as I had been dealing with an injury that kept me from doing massage at the time. In our conversation, I was struck by her expressing how as she was getting older, it was getting harder and harder to find people, in the dating world who wanted to and was able to connect. I have loved so many of our conversations over the years. This woman is smart, deep, introspective, intuitive, kind, gentle yet fierce in her convictions and strong. She is a true gem. My thought were-how on earth has anyone overlooked her?

Meanwhile, back at the oasis (Inman Oasis), a massage therapist, whom I have known for a very long time (even before I hired him to work for us), was doing some soul searching himself. He was looking into Yoga teacher training and processing his martial arts life as well as wondering if and when he might find love. He spent a lot of his time caring for his dad, after his mom passed away, which took up some emotional space but he and I had just been talking, not days before my meeting with my client, and he opened up about how he was becoming ready to open himself up to another person- even though he had no idea where he’d find someone. We chatted candidly about his past experiences and personal reservations. 

So, in my coffee chat with Lehua, I had an ‘aha’ moment and felt bold in saying to her- “I think I know someone that you would find interesting” I can’t say if it would be a dating match or not but I have a feeling based on what I know about the two of you, that you would, at minimum connect on some level. She replied that she was open and I said I would talk to him and see if he was open as well. She gave me permission to give him her phone number.

I returned to Inman Oasis and saw this massage therapist, Jeremy, the next day. I told him, I thought I knew someone that he might be interested in meeting. He was a little joke-y at first about it all but when he listened to me talk about her, he seemed to have second thoughts and he also, acknowledged that the jokiness was more nervousness but that ultimately, he wanted to be open and so he said, yeah, he’d take her number.

I left it at that.

About a week later, I was home doing laundry when I heard my phone ring.  I was in the basement, folding and I thought, ‘I’ll get to that soon’ (being a small business owner, you kinda gotta check your phone pretty often). 1 minute after the first call, I heard the phone ring again. I thought, oh boy, something is going on at work, I better check. So, I went upstairs and listened to the 2 voicemails sitting waiting for me on my blackberry phone. It wasn’t work. The first call was from Jeremy, saying how he had just left the Diesel Cafe where he had his first date with Lehua and how it was such an amazing time and he thanked me profusely for introducing her to me. He said, he felt so inspired that he felt like the first thing he had to do was call me and thank me. His voice sounded serene, sweet and buttery.  The second call was from Lehua. Jo, she said, ‘I just met with Jeremy for over 2 hours at the Diesel Cafe and I am just amazed by him. Thank you for connecting us and having your intuition. We already have a plan to meet again and I feel very good about it.’  Her voice sounded grateful, warm, happy. 

The first call was from Jeremy, saying how he had just left the Diesel Cafe where he had his first date with Lehua and how it was such an amazing time and he thanked me profusely for introducing her to me.

During the next few months they dated, but then Lehua had to go back to San Fran. But the connection was strong, and pretty soon, Jeremy was looking to take time off to visit her. Then, she would come visit him here. Eventually, Jeremy moved to San Francisco and a little over 2 years after they met, Lehua and Jeremy were married. My partner, Jenny and I attended the wedding in San Francisco and Jeremy and Lehua had me speak at the reception as the person who introduced them. It was a beautiful wedding steeped in some Hawaiin traditions. 

The Diesel Cafe was where they had their first date and where Lehua had practically lived during her time writing. 

If you put something in their coffees or teas that fateful day, it worked!The Diesel Cafe is loved and sparks love! Congrats again on 20 years. You are an inspiration ! 

I Met My Partner at Diesel.

I love Diesel. I’ve loved Diesel since I was in High School (in New York) and would come to Boston to visit my girlfriend. We spent many nights hanging at Diesel. I’ve lived in Somerville for almost 10 years now, and spent many mornings, afternoons, and evenings hanging out at Diesel or grabbing a quick bite/beverage while on the go. I love Diesel and I love Somerville.

I got sober 3.5 years ago, and coffee shops became my new best friend. I started spending even more time at Diesel. In addition to being a safe queer space for me – it became a safe sober space too.

I got sober 3.5 years ago, and coffee shops became my new best friend. I started spending even more time at Diesel. In addition to being a safe queer space for me – it became a safe sober space too. It’s rare these days to find a safe sober queer space – so I am so grateful that Diesel exists!

Once I was sober for a bit I started dating. I met this cute guy on a dating site and we had our first date at Diesel. We’re both bisexual/pansexual and he’s trans. We got married last fall and I couldn’t be happier. Thank you for bringing me the love of my life!
xoxoxoSarah Q

Diesel Is My Family

As I sat down to write this love letter to Diesel, I became overwhelmed with sentiment. Though, short and sweet, it’s all pretty simple: Diesel is my family. I took a job there back in my mid-20s, thinking it would be a fun place to work with some cool queer kids (and, it was). What I hadn’t expected was the love, encouragement, and support that I’d be offered, over a decade later. Thanks to Tucker and Jen for fostering such a safe space for us to come together. Congrats on 20 years! I’m so lucky to have been part of them.

Before a Melissa Ferrick Concert..

I first discovered Diesel Cafe in 2004 while meandering around Davis Square before a Melissa Ferrick concert. While I went to school in Boston, Diesel became my go-to coffee shop when I needed a place to write papers or hang out with friends. In 2011, I met my now wife Renee online. She was from Western Massachusetts and had not spent much time in Boston. When she came to visit the first time, I had to take her to Diesel Cafe. She loves the place as much as I do. I moved out to Western Massachusetts in 2013 to be with her, but when we go back to the city, we love getting our coffee at Diesel, remembering one of our early dates together.

Thanks for the memories.

The Best Love Story

I lived in Davis sq for 10 years and was a regular at diesel! One of my favorite places.

We will always remember the exact table we sat at on a rainy night in May, two years ago

Now, it holds the most special place in my heart because it is where i met my husband, Ahmad.  We will always remember the exact table we sat at on a rainy night in May, two years ago (almost to the day — May 12), when we shared special teas and began our lives together. I know it will be some where we talk about for the rest of our lives when we tell the story to our daughter, Mila, who was born 4 months ago. In fact, I took her to diesel on Sunday and was telling anyone who would listen that this is how she began – at the second table in by the window. 
Thanks Diesel café!!

Story Time I Guess

When I moved to Massachusetts when I was 7 (15 years ago, OMG), my parents would often come to Diesel after work on Tuesdays, and hang out with their big group of friends that always showed up.  It would give me time to play pool, eat one of your plate sized cookies, drink cranberry juice, and all the other things that I’ve missed for a while since leaving Medford all those years ago. 

I don’t think my childhood would have been the same had it not been for you guys. 

  Thanks for having tasty food and being there!