This boy is obsessed with Dickie's Donuts.

I'm quietly known for my rampant infatuations, but for once it's not for a human being. (Well, there IS always someone(s) on my mind, it's always been that way with me, but this will just add to that.)

I am embarking on an obsession with Dickie's Donuts; and seriously considering dropping all serious art endeavors to address said obsession. And you say, "but why oh why Tim? That's so silly!" And I say, "I know right, that's the point!"

...and also, there's something about it.

Something Buffalo.
Something nostalgic.
Something economic.
Something tasty.
Something sinister.
Something curious.
Something lost.
Something about survival.

It seems college-aged Buffalonians remember their [insert elder relative here] taking them to a Dickie's, and years later it's become this nostalgic memory that has lodged itself down into the deep crevices of their brain folds.

But now: Niagara Street. Hertel and Elmwood. Niagara Falls Boulevard in North Tonawanda. Orchard Park. All of them are empty, taken over, gone, brick donut shop skeletons of memories all... all but one. Dingens and Ogden, Cheektowaga. This is the mecca of Buffalo donut worship. 24 hours. Half stools complete with half diner. It's still alive. Amazing.

So I'm obsessed! Even better is that I think there is something really substantive worth researching and making art about. In the economic Pastry-Coffee War between corporate canadian Tim Hortons and corporate american Dunkin Doughnuts, it's the local all-america shop that becomes a refugee in its own city. It seems Dingen's Dickie's has only held on in large part to the local pigs and truckers stopping in off the 90. It seems they still want to invest in something with local substance, while the rest of us squander our hard-earned cash into hollow donut holes.

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