October 1956. A little diner called Earl's, alone on Route 66 west of Seligman, Arizona. Earl Wills built it with his own hands and dropped dead at his own grill fourteen months ago — and his nine-year-old son Danny is up before dawn every morning opening the front, busing tables on a milk crate, do
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