“My name is Holly. I’m 79. I’ve worked the 4 a.m. shift at Hattie’s Diner for 32…
“My name is Holly. I’m 79. I’ve worked the 4 a.m. shift at Hattie’s Diner for 32 years. Not because I need the money, my pension’s fine. But the night shift feels like my shift. The people here? They’re the ones nobody else sees. Every Tuesday at 5:15 a.m., a boy in a stained T-shirt […]








