“We spend our life,” wrote Samuel Beckett, “trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench.” Throw in some margaritas and an exotic raptor, Sam, and you’re onto something. On Sunday, we hit the jackpot.
The sun came out just as we sat down at one of the picnic tables at the taco truck bar around 1:15. The day had begun chilly and damn damp, near freezing. By 2 the sky was bright, blue, and warmer, much warmer. No one else was sitting outside when we arrived. We set a good example: three more tables were soon occupied. Reversing the usual ratio, there isn’t a lot of indoor space there; and besides, a children’s party to the accompaniment of weekend sportstertainment on multiple TVs made the old auto shop interior unappealing.