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The old diner is a ghost now...just setting there...it's doors closed now forever. Dead...
But at one time it was a stopping off point...a nice place to stop..strech your legs, get some good food, and head back down the road. It was on the most popular road back then...old Route 66...refered to then...and even now..as the Mother Road. Most of the highway is gone now...with just a trace of it left here and there. Not alot...not enough..Glen Rio...located right on the Texas, New Mexico line...once a thriving stop on the old road...forgotten now....deserted except for a few mangy dogs and a few souls that come and go...like the wind. I remember stopping there as a young kid...excited about our trip out west..always waiting for the next adventure...always waiting to see what was around that next bend in the road...maybe still looking....still hoping for that next adventure.
Sometimes I wish I could go back...go back and visit that ghost...remembering it the way it was...wishing it was still that way. And maybe...just maybe...finding that next adventure.