Peggy had a smoker’s voice and served your pie with a quip and a laugh. She waltzed the diner
serving tables and booths in constant conversation with everybody. I miss Peggy. She served up a lunch called Pie Lover’s Special. Half a sandwich, cup of soup (yes, it was real soup made there) or small salad
and a piece of pie. I can’t think of a more perfect offering on a menu. Perfect road trip fare. Yep. I miss Peggy and her diner too.
"And that’s all I’m going to say about that."
