The Palace is no more. Dear old, gruff old, loveable Odell, the owner, died recently. He had had a for sale sign in the window for a year. Now it's been sold. I guess the family was ready to move on.
My office is on Gervais Street across from The Palace, and I had grown to love their hamburger steak, fried chicken, and greasy tables. Best of all was that Odell, Nancy, and Connie knew our crowd, smiled and chatted, and remembered I liked ranch instead of thousand island.
Connie's little girl toddled around the tables wearing high heels and a pink bookbag; she was "going to school!" It was ok if she wandered into the back room where the old guys played pool. They knew her and watched after her.
Mr. Knozit came in on Fridays and prayed his blessing out loud at the counter.
I'm glad I visited as often as I did. It sure won't be the same around lunchtime anymore. God speed, Nancy.