Open you hearts and tell your life’s story
Dear Editor,
Where I am coming from.
As a 12 or 13 year old girl, I helped in my mom and aunt Geneva's café. They were called cafes back then. Remember plate lunches?
It was a different time.
I remember the guys from the Chevrolet garage coming in for their coffee breaks. They played the juke box, told jokes and laughed.
We were a few doors down from the pool hall. A sweet kind man who worked at the po…