There's this ancient hamburger joint just north of where I live. It's some kind of historic place.
It sits just across the street from a local high school and students are the main patrons.
It's a tiny joint and everytime I drive by, I think about how I should really stop there sometime. Just to see what all the fuss is about.
I can't remember when, but it's been awhile since I read about how the hamburger place was up for sale. The article told of how the owners were loath to sell, but just couldn't handle the place anymore. They were hoping to find buyers who were willing to keep up the tradition.
I've noticed the "For Sale" sign in the window for quite some time.
Today, I headed up north and when I got to Thirteenth Street, I noticed two police cars blocking eastbound traffic. Then I noticed about six fire trucks.
I assumed the school was on fire. But, watching the news tonight, I found out it was actually the hamburger place. A fire had broken out in a tiny storage closet.
Now, I'm not trying to say anything here. The owners seem like good, honest people. But the place has been for sale for a long time.
And I never got a hamburger!