Hamburger Joints

Part of this was written and posted June 18, 2010. The rest was written later. This is a combination of several hamburger places we have eaten through the years.

A tiny building sits just far enough off the highway for cars to sit while the occupants order chili cheese hamburgers at the sliding glass window. There is no frou-frou to this simple building only big enough for the essentials of food preparation. A small area is in the front for taking orders as well as fixing drinks and ice cream cones. A local institution began many years ago, as a family business remains so today still bearing the original name. We order ice cream cones that takes us back to a simple time in life to eat while waiting for our hamburger order.

The smell of grilled onions wafts through the air as the vent from the hood grill rotates in the breeze people drifting in for lunch. Someone taps on the window and motions that our order is ready. We can hardly contain our excitement as we hurry home with our bag. We look at each other giggling like schoolchildren playing hooky. Rushing inside with our prizes, we snuggle up close, open the bag, and gingerly slide the contents through the opening. The vision welcoming us was a dream come true. There before us was the best chili cheeseburger a person could find anywhere. We dig in to the chili cheeseburger with the provided necessary fork.

Ah, that’s good eating!


Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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