A few months ago, a beloved institution of my young adulthood abruptly shuttered its doors, with nothing more than a Facebook farewell post. Eddie’s Diner, located conveniently just off of the intersection of I-81 and Route 309 and one of the only 24-hour greasy spoons in all of Northeastern Pennsylvania, closed its doors after announcing that their owner and the diner’s namesake had fallen very ill. The family decided it was time to let the business go. I mourned, from a far, the loss of the place my friends and I would meander to late at night to drink weak coffee, eat pie and wonderfully greasy burgers, and pass the wee hours of the morning when we’d been out doing God only knows what else hours before. In fact, I’m still mourning. I’ll miss it dearly, with cigarette smoke-stained curtains, cranky waitresses and all.