13By the time Peg and I walked into Stush’s Diner, the Sunday brunch rush was just starting to wind down. The place was still crowded but not packed, and we spotted a booth along the windows right away.
I hadn’t been to Stush’s in a long time--years, probably--but it looked the same as I remembered. It was a diner straight out of the 50s, complete with lunch counter, chrome fixtures, red upholstery, and black-and-white checkerboard floors. There were Polish touches, too, like the framed photos of famous Poles and Polish-Americans on the walls, from Pope John Paul II and Lech Walesa to Zero Mostel and Bobby Vinton. Polish Lou’s photo was right above the register, front and center; someone had wrapped a garland of red and yellow flowers around it.
As we headed for our booth, every sing
