Black Winter

1939 - (in the beginning)

The sound of a bell rings aloud as the glass door opens with ease. The diner roars with people, conversation, orders, the cooking of food, and eating. The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, and cold air conditioning brushes out the open door. I step inside with little hast, placing my hat atop the coat rack. Looking down the bar I can see a vacant stool, (the usual one I sit at). As I pull up to the bar I am greeted by a waitress. 

"Scott! Good to see ya, Where you been?" Donna, my usual waitress, is dressed in the formal uniform provided my the diner, being a blue dress with white decorative lace around the short sleeves and the dresses bottom trim. 

"Donna!..." I say with casual excitement "Its good to see you too! Sorry its been so long, I haven't been in town for the past two days." I really hadn't left town, I just didn't want to tell her that I can't afford to eat here every day. 

"Oh really??" She says with curiousity, "So I guess you came in because you missed me!" She puckers her 65 year old lips and smooches. 

"Haha I guess so...Hey is that todays paper behind ya? Do you mind if I take a look at it?" Ive always liked Donna, and usually would have participated in a conversation but today I wasn't really looking to talk.  She waddles around to look at the counter in front of the dessert cupboard. 

"This one?" She holds up todays New York Times. 

"Thats the one! Thanks doll" She drops the news paper in front of me and turns to walk down the bar. "Oh Donna!, can I get a coffee while your at it? You know...the usual?"

"You got it hun!" she says as she turns away. Moments later she's back with a steaming cup of half and half with about 4 packs of sugar in it. I have a religious sweet tooth and Im internally forbidden to drink coffee thats not sweeter than chocolate. As I stir my coffee with a spoon, Im able to look over the paper. The last baseball game is plastered on the front cover. It reads something about some team winning over another. I don't bother with sports all that much. baseball may be 'Americas pass time', but Ive never been interested. I find my time being filled with more things like the arts and books. The things that can fill my head with real knowledge are the things I love most. I turn to the world news, where the most important things happen. More talks about Germany fill the columns. Lately thats the only nation this world hasn't been able to forget about. Talks about there newest leader and his actions have the world concerned over a possible second World War. I browse over some columns before moving on, after all, its all talk, most political scare is anyway...