Title: Frank’s Diner
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
It was an institution in a neighborhood of institutions. Starting with a pushcart in the last 1800’s Frank sold lunch baskets to the workers. Later, he found the best corner and set up a more permanent building. Little more than a shack, it served its purpose. Frankie Jr. took over the business in the 1920’s and upgraded the shack to a metal dining car. The third shift diners slowly gave way to the after-hours bar crowd, allowing the diner to stay open twenty-four hours a day for over one hundred years. Frank’s customers were more than loyal, they were family.
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Jo Hawk 
Nice nostalgic take – similar theme to my own effort this week, although my diner was on the way out!
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I hate to see business fail. I will stop by.
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Nice story. You made me long for the ‘old days’ and the ability to eat in an actual diner again. And maybe to be a part of that family.
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Any diner I have ever been in feels like walking into someone’s home. 🙂
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A great tale of successful business evolution and progress.
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Glad you liked it.
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Regular customers and staff do get to be like family after awhile. Nice picture you’ve drawn.
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Thank you
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