A COLUMN ABOUT NOTHING : 'OH, IT LOOKS LIKE FLAUTAS..." "WHO DO WE CLINK OUR GLASSES?"

Sunday, October 23, 2005

'OH, IT LOOKS LIKE FLAUTAS..." "WHO DO WE CLINK OUR GLASSES?"

Yesterday I took my lonesome self out to lunch to ease the empty nest thingy going on. Near to my table, a Hispanic family sat down to eat. The grandmother spoke in low tones, but I could hear her conversation to her daughter, granddaughters, and great granddaughter clearly. The granddaughter’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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