The above is a description of the "cocktail" I give myself to get on a plane.
there--a stop in Atlanta. I used to pass through the Atlanta airport
about 6 times a year on my way back and forth to my dad's house. Now I'm
eating Sushi on my way to England. There are black people here. A lot
of 'em. We don't get much of that in the Pacific Northwest. True story. I
have a nice chat with the bartender and manager. I'm the last customer
of the night.|
I was most impressed with the biodegradable packaging. This was a great lunch at the Tate.
And here's lunch at the Tate Modern. I remember thinking, "The only thing missing is Barbara." In fact, I wrote it on the sketch. If you are reading this, Hi Barbara.
The beer of Thanksgiving 2009.