I like traditions. People who know me usually ask, "Why do you always go to the same places over and over again?" Easy, when I find something I like, it only makes sense. Friday night is drive-in night. Every Friday night for the past nine years I call in an order to the local drive-in. It's as close to an old diner that there is in my city. "What can I get for you Kathy?" says the voice on the phone. I usually order the same things, but occasionally change it up. "See you in few minutes Kathy." Nine years ago this little drive-in made me feel like I was back home. It's not a corporation, the owner flips burgers five days a week. He smiles and says hi every Friday night. It's not a bar. It's not a club. It's a slice of small town America in the big city, where everybody knows your name.