There’s no magic in the moon
Yesterday morning, my neighbor had picked some fresh blackberries and decided to make some daiquiris. Our house guest had made a big pot of salmorejo and we had a stuffed artichoke from the Green Market. I went and picked up my mother and brought her over to see Arlene and have lunch with all of us. I have a good life, good friends, good food – my mother said that when Arlene goes, she’s going…