This is the actual white spot inside the White Spot diner.
The place used to be a barber shop and this is where one
of the chairs was removed (or at least, that's the legend).
This is a shot of me and Nathaniel Bacon Pritchett, better
known as ``Nat'', after whom all of my personal computers
have been named. Nat went to jail for something he
didn't do -- he didn't pay his alimony! Get it? Anyway,
jail was where he learned how to make sausage gravy so
he's OK by me.
Nat scoops out a plateful of sausage gravy ...
... and we lap it up.
Here is the centerpiece of the Spot, the grill. One night
my buddy Jack Mayo and I stumbled in around 2:00 AM and
actually made our Gusburgers (cheeseburgers with a fried
egg on top) ourselves because the world's biggest stump,
Fred Wood, didn't feel like making them.
This is a picture of hash browns being made. I once
asked Nat why he used paprika, a very subtle spice, on
the potatoes, and he answered, ``to make them red.''
This is Robert Henry Payne, the only man I ever knew
who could live on about $20 a week. Robert Henry
served drinks and french fries.
This is the price scoreboard in the Spot. At the bottom
left is a sign that says, ``No Credit Ta Any Time.'' It's
hard to believe: Nat can't spell ``at'' properly.
Carl Knospe, me, and Alan Weiss in front of the Spot.
