Which Way – to the Red Horse Diner


A couple of posts ago featured a window with a view from inside the Red Horse Diner – where Jim & I indulged our hankering for a hamburger and fries. We always split meals so we also claim the right to split our guilt. Some may call it rationalization.

We like the atmosphere of diners, Jim has the Michigan guy thing of loving anything cars, and we both love the taste of a cholesterol filled burger and fries. We had a really good time and I might be pushing it a bit to think I can frame it to be included in San’s Which Way photography challenge. But here in the U.S. we unfortunately almost always have to rely on an automobile to travel any where. As soon as roads were built, signs popped up telling drivers where to get their cars filled with gasoline and serviced.


And if you look closely you also see signs for finding comfort from sodas to ice cream and most importantly what people in the U.S. call “restrooms” although they areĀ  intended not for resting but relieving oneself.

And of course a map is always useful for helping people find which way they need to go.


We stopped in Oregon once for gasoline and the attendant saw me sitting in the car with a map spread across my lap. He became excited and exclaimed, “How quaint, you are using a map.” Of course I use a map, it is the only way to find my way when I don’t know where I’m going.

D is for – Diner

Every small town has one – the place where the farmers go for breakfast after morning chores, the retired fellows sit around a big table drinking coffee and telling stories, business owners grab a quick lunch, friends meet, families go for birthdays and anniversaries. It is the local diner. It is where everyone knows everyone.

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I remember stopping once in a small town to ask a person on the street where’s a good place to eat. He said there was a nice place over by the interstate – but I interrupted and asked where he went to eat. “Oh,” he said, “go down to the light, turn left and go two blocks. You’ll see it on your right, where all the cars are.”

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We were glad we asked.

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