Had a nice night out last night. Went to a local fall gathering of food trucks and craftspeople and music and things for the kids to play on. I got to thinking, as we walked around, that this event was probably thick with MAGA fans, but it didn’t much matter. We were co-existing, even sharing the same mission: looking for something to eat. No need for unnecessary confrontations or icy stares when stomachs are growling.
It was simply nice to be out and about, freed, for the most part, from our Covid concerns and ready for something deep-fried, or maybe a slightly healthier dish.
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