What is it that makes some things we hear or read so truly sad? I don’t know for certain; but whatever it is, this story, one I heard when I was only 19 years old, was filled with it.

Having not gone to college for reasons we have talked about already, I was waiting for my Air National Guard outfit to be called up for the Korean War. So I was just four months out of high school in 1949 when I took a job at Diamonds diner in New London. It suited me to serve in a Guard outfit, rather than just waiting around for the draft board to send me one of their little notices, and I had always liked Diamonds, so I thought it would be fun to spend my few last few months as a civilian working in a very popular downtown diner which was always filled with the buzz of happy diners and the sound of the latest pop music. There, I met a very nice middle aged lady named Vicki who ran the night shift.

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