Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Friday, July 21
A COMMON SIGHT
in downtown Philadelphia, the ubiquitous lunch truck! Or booth or stand or whatever. Also common is the friendly good-nature of those who work in them. Why, I don't know. It cannot be much fun to stand in a hot cramped booth all day. The cookshop chef gets snarly when there are too many people (i.e. any) distracting her in her kitchen. Which was once described by a poetical-minded contractor as not only just eat-in size but waltz-in! (He was a little over-optimistic but still...) These lunch truck chefs are taking orders, preparing food, making change and keeping up cheerful conversation all at the same time, in a confined space. What talent!
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