Ember No. 0004 · Founders
At 65, His Business Was Gone. So He Hit the Road.
March, nineteen fifty six. A man of sixty five watches an auctioneer sell the roadside cafe he spent twenty five years building. A new highway passed his town by. All he has left is his savings, one small check a month, and a recipe.
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