Redneck Press with Fried Chicken and Coffee

After eight straight sunny days, with bare clav­i­cles pink-tinted as candy canes, Pike Street peo­ple keep think­ing pos­i­tive in wrap-around Vuar­net sun­glasses, espe­cially the Walling­ford gals with teardrop frames and pinafores, down at the Pub­lic Fish Mar­ket. Rhine­stone bar­na­cles cling to their lens rims, they call the hop sing sushi boys by Blues Bro names, curtsy, and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…