Stopping By Moody's Diner On A Snowy Morning

                                                        

     Moody's Diner is an iconic landmark of the small town I grew up in, Waldoboro. Many people may have never heard of Waldoboro, but they sure have heard of Moody's Diner. I met a man from Texas who came to Maine every year. He said he always went to Moody's for a piece of their strawberry rhubarb pie, he looked forward to it. In the diner itself are many pictures sent from world travelers taken at famous world landmarks wearing their Moody's Diner shirts. There is one such picture taken at the pyramids in Egypt of two people who didn't know one another, but lo and behold, they were both wearing Moody's Diner shirts. The moment was so stunning they had to capture it on film and send the picture to Moody's with their amazing story.

    Moody's was actually started back in 1927 as a few cabins for people who needed a place to stay, the diner was built later. P.B. Moody and his wife Bertha started Moody's, it still remains a family owned business. Of course it is much bigger than it used to be, a bigger dining room was added on because of the popularity of the home cooked food. All of their biscuits, pies and cakes are still made in the kitchen from scratch.
      This past Friday we were the recipients of another lovely snowstorm. I'm thinking at this point you can detect the note of sarcasm in my voice. I have developed an aversion for driving in the fluffy white stuff. Since I have to be at work by 6:30 in the morning I am also driving in pitch blackness. You get the picture, it's not pretty.
      I started out for work quite early, as I crawled along I could barely see. The snow was heavy and driving right into my windshield. I knew I couldn't go on so when I got to the diner I pulled in, called my supervisor and told her I needed to wait until daybreak. This is the second time this winter I have had to do this. As I sat at the counter drinking my coffee I was inspired to write a poem chronicling my experience. Out came a pen and this is what I wrote on my napkin.


      
                            Stopping by Moody's Diner on a snowy morning
                            What is that light I see
                            Through the snow that's blinding me
                            I pull my car in
                            I'll be late for work again.
                            Oh the characters I meet
                           And the coffee tastes so sweet
                           As I take in all that caffeine
                           Whether I can leave at daybreak remains to be seen
                           The light of day is dawning
                           When I crash from this coffee I'll be yawning
                           But for now I am wired for the day
                           Off to work, I am on my way.

     O.K., so I'm no Robert Frost, it's just my homage to snowstorms and many cups of coffee, this is what you get.