Nothin’ could be finer….than Whiteys Diner

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The stories I’ve been posting by Erin Craig and her husband Sam as they travel Vietnam and Cambodia make me yearn for my days on the road. Here’s a story from my 2014 tour as I pedaled from Nova Scotia to Wisconsin.

Fremont, OH – You can always tell the popular hometown restaurant by the number of cars parked outside. In Fremont, Ohio, Whiteys Diner was the place.

Full chair rail at the counter also was a good sign. “Sit anywhere you want, Hun,” waitress Cheryl said.

“Cheryl, I’d be mad at you if somebody pulled me off my chair and onto the floor,” said Charlie, one of the regulars.

“Correction,” yelled Cheryl. “Sit anywhere but Charlie’s seat.”

I got a stool at the counter in front of the humming glass refrigerator that was full of plates of raw red meatballs, a mountain of strips of bacon and bricks of yellow butter.

“A customer gave us that,” said Billy, the cook, handing me a box of Obama Waffles.

Billy worked the grill that spit hot butter and grease in spots not covered with eggs over easy or hash browns. His father, Mark, owned the business for the past 33 years.

“I’ve been coming here since I was 4 years old,” said Charlie. “I remember when this place used to be open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I really liked that.”

“You better be careful Charlie,” said Cheryl, racing by with three waters and a coffee pot.

“I’d be eating dinner here if they were open,” said Charlie. “It’s not the cookin’ I mind so much, it’s the cleaning up.”

Burnin’ Billy, as someone called him, is cooking up a storm on the grill as Charlie talks about his service during WWII.

“I was 19 years, okay, and thought I volunteered – until three guys came and hauled me away.”

Charlie was a gunner in the Army. Stationed in Germany, he said he was captured and spent eight months in a German prison camp

“Lost 100 pounds,” he said. “We were supposed to get a weekly package from the Red Cross with meat. We were lucky if we got one a month.”

Charlie said the Germans were cold and hungry, too. Eventually rescued by the Russians, Charlie went with the rest of his unit to Camp Lucky Strike and eventually returned home before his 20th birthday.

More customers come into the diner. Everybody is greeted by name. The place is warm with body heat.

Conversation is about LeBron James returning to the Cavaliers. The consensus at the diner is… it’ll be good for the team and the city

As I scoot out to give someone else a chance at breakfast, I glance at the sign above the grill….. ‘Nothin’ could be finer than to be at Whiteys Diner in the morning.’

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Got my Ohio plate….

Got my Ohio plate from Norcross Automotive in Sandusky, Ohio. There was a dude there, let’s call him Tyrell.  He was waiting for his car.

“Where you bike from,” he said. I told him Halifax, Nova Scotia.

“Where’s that,” he asked. “Canada,” I said politely.

Tyrell had what looked like a black pantyhose tight on the top of his head. He had black sweatpants and was sweating through his white t-shirt. He was nice enough… But inquisitive.

“How old are you?” I said I was 50 and he let’s go with “Girl, I’m 54 and I don’t even take my bike round the corner. You crazy,” he said, smiling.

Then he reached out his hand to wish me good luck and he did this three-grip shake with an explosion at the end. I obviously got it wrong. He said, “That’s alright,” and just laughed.

I reached in my back pocket to give him a business card to follow along. The cards are in a plastic Baggie and all of a sudden he step back and says, “I don’t want no weed.”

I’m going to move along now.

 

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