Walk with me

The Tacombi aesthetic is visible everywhere, even in the wash room. The dining space suggests it may have been a garage or an alternative industrial venue. Highchairs piled high suggest that this is a family-welcome place. I can attest to this, having been turned away on a couple of Taco Tuesday nights. Many of those whoContinue reading “Taco local”

This one’s for our secy of war who attempts to erase all traces of accomplishment by black Americans.

It hasn’t snowed yet this season. Is that right? It’s what I recall. Here’s what it might look like for us if it had: One more if? If it snowed and we lived in a cabin in the woods.

With the crazy manipulation of the clock come lots of grumbles. It gets dark so early, my friends groan. (It’s pretty likely that you know some folks with a similar complaint.) My sympathy with anyone who suffers from S.A.D., seasonal dis- affective disorder. I get it: all that gloom has a way of landing. YouContinue reading “Seasonal “affected order””