For some reason, I found myself thinking of Lake Hopatcong, NJ. My grandfather used to have a lakehouse there, and I remember spending many wonderful summers there. However, that wasn't what I was thinking of. I was remembering driving through the area one time. It was probably late spring or early fall. It was hot, but not oppressively so, probably in the 80s. It was a rainy day, but the sort of gentle rain that is warm and that you don't mind standing in. It was a weekday, and I suppose I was supposed to be at work, but for some reason, I wasn't. I think I may have been coming back from a client. I was driving along Route 10, and I went by this diner I remember my dad taking me to years before. I decided to stop. It was your typical Jersey diner, with the glass and brass, not the old railcar type. I had a bacon cheeseburger and french fries, and a diet Coke. I grabbed a few of the paper-wrapped toothpicks to suck on to avoid smoking on the drive back.
I don't know if this really happened, or if it happened quite the way I remember it. I just know that it hit me out of the blue, and I had to write it down. I wasn't really daydreaming, either. I was just walking into my office.