I miss lunch.
Not “miss” as in “skip” lunch. I miss the way downtown workers used to go to lunch with friends almost every weekday.
I miss the food: meat-and-three plates, thick cheeseburgers, sloppy deli sandwiches. Also the walks where you could share office gossip and blow off steam.
But mostly I miss the comfort of friends: the laughs, the inside jokes, the support of people who know you well.
At the Chattanooga Times Free Press, we have an endearing little tradition called Burrito Thursday. A group of reporters and editors usually huddle around noon on Thursdays and walk a few blocks to the group’s favorite taquería.