You know. That place we always used to hang out in – in the good old days. The one that closed, or moved, or just wasn’t ever the same after the management changed, and we never went to anymore. It sat lonely and neglected, empty with the “for lease” sign cockeyed in the window, and you didn’t really think about it much anymore.
Someone noticed a new place had opened up in the same spot, but we’d all moved on and never had time time. A couple of new rebirths and owners and makeovers later, one day you’re driving by, and say hey, let’s see what happened – or even better, new friends tell you to come meet them at “X”, and when you get there, you realize it’s in the same spot.
Randomly showing up once or twice doesn’t count. But how long does it have to be before it can turn into a new good old time again? A good time when you’re there, and not just when you’re talking about it having beers some late night with friends.
I’m not really sure. Actually, now I’m trying to figure out how many good old places there are around here with circles of friends, and what’s become of some of them.
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