The Lonely Cafe

          In the Catskill Mountains, in a tiny valley between two steep hills, there is a small café on a flat spot next to the road. I refer to it as The Lonely Café. In the morning Maureen and Clara serve sourdough pancakes to hard working men who grub out a living in the hardscrabble area. But not all are local. Some others have their breakfast there from time to time.

          The Lonely Cafe is only a couple of hours from New York City and people come up to visit the famous health spa and fat farm in the town, or to fish, or to spend time at their second homes in the country. Every morning I start my day there reading the paper at a corner table and listening to conversations.

Culture War Scene 5

“Hey Buddy. How are you feeling today? Have some of Maureen’s sourdough pancakes. That will keep you going” “I am ok Junior. Going back to the city, back to work.” “Me too Bud, back to the barn to make more cabinets for the rich people.” “That’s the way it is kid. That’s life. Pull your…

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“Tell me this Buddy; I don’t get why you right wingers hate the Clintons, especially Hillary. I could never understand that. All I see is that she did her best to help the average American, studied hard, worked hard, been a public servant her whole life.” “Let me clue you in Junior. They took her…

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  “What do you think about all this Black Lives Matter Bullshit Junior. To me it is just an excuse for them to get some TVs and other stuff they like by looting.” “Buddy, the police murdered George Floyd. There was no excuse for that and they caught it all on film. How do you…

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Culture War Scene 2

“Nobody believes anything anymore  Buddy. A lot of people think the virus is a Hoax. Some close people of mine won’t take the vaccine. A friend who has a PHD in psychology thinks Bill Gates will implant a chip in the vaccine to track and control people. He is part of the illuminati and connected…

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Culture War Scene 1

  Buddy: “Hey Maureen, what’s the holdup with the pancakes? Get your ass over here and at least warm up our coffee.” Junior: “You can’t talk like that Buddy. Come on!” Buddy: “Relax limp dick. Didn’t you ever hear of Italian foreplay? “Hey Marie get over here!” Ha Ha Ha. Maureen is ok. She is…

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The Lonely Cafe

           In the Catskill Mountains, in a tiny valley between two steep hills, there is a small café on a flat spot next to the road. I refer to it as The Lonely Café. In the morning Maureen and Clara serve sourdough pancakes to hard working men who grub out a…

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