April 4, 2012 scottcjones

Staff members began to disappear at the end of August. One by one, they’d hang up their short pants and suspenders—or, if they were ladies, they’d hang up their pastel-colored, hoop-skirted dresses—say their goodbyes, then punch out for the last time and make their mass exodus back to school. I’d routinely departed with the end-of-August college crowd every year. But not that year. That year, with no place else to go, I was one of the handful of people who stayed behind and finished out the season at the restaurant. (more…)