A tale about a brisk walk. And brisket.

A tale about a brisk walk. And brisket.

Don Day doesn’t drive. 55 years ago the world was deemed a better place if Don Day never again sat behind the wheel of any car unless there was a neon sign close by that included the word “bumper”. You see, Don Day ran into things. Not people or even other cars. Just...
Where there’s smoke, there’s Keith.

Where there’s smoke, there’s Keith.

The plan was to hit Hacienda de Maria for enchiladas but it was Thursday and the word was out that Maria’s is best savored on Saturday or Sunday when she’s showing off her buffet. So a change of plan. I suggested we head a little further down the road towards...