Despite it being located just up the street from my home, it took me a while to get to Hacmans Amatte. There were a few reasons. I’d watched (and listened and listened and listened) to them building the place for about four years. I thought at first it was a new...
“I know you’ve written about it before. But you’ve got to write about it again. Nobody reads what you wrote three years ago. When it’s this good it deserves repeating.” Don Day’s Wife said that. In a tone of voice that could be almost called raised. We were at Hank’s...
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