Yep, Daddypops Diner is still there. Photo from Internet.
My fondest desire is to go out to eat afterward.
She agreed to go to the lengendary Daddypops.
They had changed a bit. You were now allowed to pay by CREDIT CARD, rathan straight cash.
Fredda led us to a table. She was wearing a Jewish star. But then a Black gentleman came over and said, "I am your host now."
Important, for sure, to know.
He looked like a character in a cult movie, dressed all in black with a big gold cross dangling from his suit.
BUT I am confused. When did Ellen and I visit Allan Heller at Moreland Towers, the closest thing Hatboro has to a skyscraper.
We visited, said Ellen, just now, before Daddypops.
I am sipping right now on some lukewarm instant Nescafe. Geez, gonna warm it up one more time.
Two helpers are arriving this morning.
MaryKate first, and then Janie Black.
I had mentioned my left leg is killing me, so they will undoubtedly give me exercises.
Shit! I just sat down to continue blogging and stepped on a cup and saucer Martha had given me.
My coffee is nice n hot but fogs up my reading glasses.
Back to Daddypops. My friend Charlie from across the street used to eat there. He would sit in the chair that looked like a barber chair.
Very sad when he died!
That man knew how to train a dog... Pookie, half black lab, half retriever.
I went up to look at the cigarette machine. Old Gold, L&M, Unfiltered Camels like Uncle Marvin used to smoke, back in Cleveland.
I asked Fredda naively how I could buy a packet.
At the last minute I ordered a cup of coffee.
No way can you go to a diner and not have coffee.
Ellen ordered flapjacks with syrup, while I had two eggs on rye toast and a bowl of grits (boyfriend Curtis Branch in San Francisco, taught me how delicious they were), altho I said they are nutrtionally worthless, tho of course they are probably fortified.
Ellen and I had parked on a sidestreet. We then drove to our YMCA down the road a bit and did some walking, all that food bouncing around in my stomach.
I had not brought my insulin pen, tho when we got home, my sugar was only 250, not bad.
This morning I had a huge breakfast... two eggs, spring mix, tiny chopped purple onions, and finger-lickin stringy asparagus you could choke on.
Ken Smith, founder and owner of Daddypops, would arrive around 2 30 pm. The place closes at 2 pm, something I have always remembered.
Would he have remembered me? Full-bearded Simon and I frequently ate there.
To get rid of it, I rolled it in papers and secured it with rubber bands.
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