People have been sending in more questions, I really appreciate that. Today someone asked me if I had any stories about town drama. Big stuff that you'd see in a movie or something. Only thing I can really think of is that tragic business with the Delors. I think the boy that went missing was called Luke Delor, I didn't know him too well but him and his mom came into my shop sometimes. Seemed like a nice kid. Went missing in August of '88. Nobody knew when, where, why, how, anything. The father was already out of the picture I think, so the mother was left alone after that. Saw her at Rosie's pretty much all day every day until I left a year later. Can't blame her, there's not really a way to cope with something like that. They never found Luke's body or any other evidence. Some people said he got eaten by wolves, some said there were monsters that took him, most just shrugged it off and said he ran away from home. Everyone had theories and beliefs and conspiracies. All I believe is that something tragic happened to Ms. Delor, and the specifics aren't really important. Hopefully that's enough drama for whoever emailed me.
- Trevor
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So I'm gonna go back a ways here. Mostly I've been talking about being an adult and all, but I thought of a story that would probably entertain y'all. So when I was around...11 or 12 I think, my father taught me to shoot. As I said, he was a lumberjack, so he knew how to get his hands dirty. He hunted a lot, owned a lotta guns. Taught me to shoot with a revolver. He set up a target on a tree, told me how to load it, take the safety off, use the sights, all that. First time I fired I thought I blew my damn eardrums out. They were ringing for days. My father didn't really consider ear protection like people do today. Anyway, I didn't hit anything on that target. I shot 4 more times before my ears were in too much pain, and I still never hit. I can't say I'm surprised, I wasn't even a teenager. Now y'all might be thinking 'Why did he try to teach a 12 year old boy how to shoot a gun?' Well, small towns are different from most other places. Weapons like that are just part of the culture, just something everyone knew how to do like riding a bike or driving a car. So it was pretty normal. Over time I did learn how to use weapons. Had a pistol for self defense, rifle for hunting on occasion. Think I still have em around here somewhere. Maybe I'll go take a look.
- Trevor Someone emailed me yesterday and asked me about Rob's Diner and my experience there. Strange question, in my opinion, but one I don't mind answering. Rob's Diner was one of the oldest shops in Walker Creek still open. It opened in the early 1900's I think, hasn't closed since. Started by a man named Robert...B something. Got taken over by his son after my time, I think. He's the spitting image of his father honestly. I worked there in 1957 or 1958. It's hard to keep track of these details by my age. The other workers were fine, brushed me off most of the time but they were there longer than me so I paid it no mind. Rob was nice enough, let me have leftover food after we closed for the night. I was real low on the totem pole though, wasn't usually even allowed in the freezer or the kitchen or anywhere besides the main floor. Always smelled funny back there. Like meat that had just gone a bit off. So I was perfectly fine with the arrangement of staying away. The main floor was nice, when I was there it had wood furniture and everything, not exactly the typical American diner you imagine. Rob was eccentric like that, I don't know. Anyway, there's my experience there for the man who asked.
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