Boy, I really hate seeing this kind of stuff happen. All in favor to quickie, fast-foot joints that are seemingly everywhere. I can only hope and pray that someone ends up buying this wonderful place and restoring this diner to its former fame and glory. I fondly recall diners and old gas stations as a kid in the 1950s and 1960s. They sorta had a scent and atmosphere all of their own whenever you stepped into one. All of this is among my favorite memories of roadside Americana, just like insulators, vintage street lights, open-wire pole lines and so forth. I am really glad I was born when I was. A few decades later and I'd never be able to reflect and exactly remember these kind of things that once graced America's roadsides.