Returned to the old town, mill town, never ultimately “home” but home for a long while, but seeming less like home for this moment in time for reasons unclear to me.
Got a steak sub at the local sandwich shop. Had been there a fair number of times before. Didn’t recognize anyone.
Got the sub back to the old neighbor’s house where I was staying and found that it had no sauce on it. None. Just a scumble of beef nestled in plain white bread.
No sauce. No taste. That’s what’s missing in this old town. Maybe it never had any real sauce or taste.
I was sad, trying to remember what the town had tasted like when I was in it. I ate what I could and threw the rest away.
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