Last shot from our “day out of lockdown.” Passed this defunct and decrepit restaurant at the edge of a small town and expect that in its day it was the place to be, meet your friends, impress your new girlfriend and come for a special occasion. Now just waiting for someone who wants the old sign or the space for a gas station. Institutions that endure are the exception and they take a great deal of vision, work, adjustments and good fortune to do so. Herb’s was not among those places. (But I love the sign’s font!)
