The Red Barn was a many-windowed building which stood in the centre of a blacktop lot. It's squat pentagonal structure was accentuated by neon tubing along the eaves and corners. Inside his brilliant red cage, a tall-hatted short-order cook kept several waitresses running between his counter and the cars in the lot. The waitresses wore red uniforms and little red caps which made them look like bellhops in skirts. The blended odors of gasoline fumes and frying grease changed in my nostrils to a foolish old hot-rod sorrow, nostalgia for other drive-ins along roads i knew in pre-war places before people started dying on me.
The Doomsters
Ross MacDonald
1958
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