I do not deserve to wear Red Wing boots, whose Twitter bio boasts “Our work footwear has been protecting hardworking folks on the job for over 100 years.”
Today, we will follow the markers that commemorate the first major engagement of the Revolutionary War, which took place on this date 244 years ago.
A storm’s coming so I call the son, see if he wants to go down to the pier and watch it roll in. We have about twenty minutes before bands of rain arrive and the wind picks up. He says he’s in and off we go.
We all agreed that the hollow below would make a perfect place to live if ever the world descends into dystopian reality.
The operation will take only a few minutes. I don my mask and slip the gloves and pruning shears into my back pocket and take to the streets.
Maybe it’s that we’ve learned how to accept life now. Maybe, in some manner, we’re figuring out how to patch together a shade of what was once our daily routines. Or maybe it’s this, from the philosopher Jeff Goldblum. Whatever has happened, small moments of grace have surfaced–some of wonder and others of blessed normalcy.
The renewed popularity of cocktails have fostered a handful of crafted bitters brands. Carlos’ Dominican heritage separates his from the competition. Along with herbs and spices his blends may include chili and mezcal. A friend from Mexico brought hibiscus blossoms back for him. Those dried grasshoppers add a pleasing tang to a mix for rimming a margarita.