What do people who don't have a perfect nostalgic 50's diner that serves the world's most perfect onion rings and milkshakes that no doubt are imported from the land of milk and honey, wherever that is? How do they survive without the perfect visual metaphor for your idyllic adolescence, hundred of visits there after shows where you poured into the show everything your high school drama club member self could, on hot summer days where there seems like nothing else to do and you haven't seen your friends in ages, on pouring days where you dispense every ounce of wisdom you have to the tiny little baby freshman three years younger than you, after a long night out when the only thing you want to do more than sleep is have a god damn cherry limeade? How on earth do you do it? How am I gonna do it? I don't want this to be long, but it is 11:59 on Wednesday August 15th and tomorrow I am moving 500 miles away from home and all my friends and family and l...