Travels with Charley. By John Steinbeck
Reading this part made me think of yall. Breakfast on a certain porch came to mind.
"I soon discovered that if a wayfaring stranger wishes to eavesdrop on a local population the places for him to slip in and hold his peace are bars and churches. But some New England towns don't have bars, and church is only on Sunday. A good alternative is the roadside restaurant where men gather for breakfast before going to work or going hunting. To find the places inhabited, one must get up very early. and there is a drawback to even this. Early-rising men not only do not talk much to strangers, they barely talk to one another. Breakfast conversation is limited to a series of laconic grunts. The natural ... taciturnity reaches its glorious perfection at breakfast."
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