Today I ate a sausage sub and 1/2 pound of French fries.

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43. I'd walk or drive by two of his locations in Tucson, next to the University of Arizona.

I'd always chuckle at the "extra grease" sign.

Over the years, I got dine-in or take out a handful of times. It was always very good, I recall. Nothing fancy at all, just good ol' subs.

Over time, he closed one location that then got torn down for a big UA parking garage.

I remember the last time I dropped by the last location on the opposite side of campus, he was working behind the counter all by himself and no other employees were there, or customers either. He was very nice, and while he looked old and grizzled and tired, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy his work. I remember thinking, he and his business are not long for this world.

I read in the newspaper a few months later that he'd died and the property was sold and bulldozed, and now a giant pricey private mega-dorm complex for rich students covers that land and other land for several blocks around.

The only thing that is constant is change.