Brian Tivol tivol@mit.edu		I'd seen a tiny round tin trailer in Kennedy Plaza that looked like it had been converted into a diner. I'd figured it was a little shack that it was open to serve lunches to the businessmen around town it was driven away when it closed it served food that wasn't great, but was what you expect from a diner it had no seating In the pouring rain, my poor sympathetic waitress at Union Station told me about the diner as a possible solution to my problems. She said that it was the only thing in the area open 24 hours it stayed in Kennedy Plaza like an eyesore the whole day long it had good coffee but that's about all it would be a comfy place to stay until my train arrived at 6:am When I walked in, a happy waitress was boiling a dozen hot dogs for a customer who represented four of his co-workers. Looking around, the place looked like it was the only thing in the area open 24 hours it stayed in Kennedy Plaza like an eyesore the whole day long it probably didn't even have good coffee it would be a comfy place to stay until my train arrived at 6:am, provided I wasn't under one of the four leaking holes in the roof The waitress finished talking to the customer and started talking to me. I quickly learned that it closed at 4:am in the morning it stayed in Kennedy Plaza like an eyesore the whole day long it didn't have very good coffee it would be a comfy place to stay until my train arrived at 6:am, except I'd be kicked out at 4:am but the roof probably wouldn't hold up that long anyway at this rate. The waitress suggested that I might try the Dunkin' Donuts three blocks away. She thought it was open 24 hours and would be a comfy place for me to stay until my train arrived at 6:am.