What a wonderful article.
But this just stopped me in my tracks. Such gorgeous writing and imagery:
"...It was that place. That Gainesville diner. It was the time. It was being high on dirt weed and drinking seven cups of coffee, talking about Wilson Pickett, the Beach Boys, Cream. It was no one throwing you out when you couldn’t scrape together the money for a piece of pie. It was a workshop where you could build scale models of your dreams...."
"...It was a workshop where you could build scale models of your dreams...."
That's... that is just magic, right there.