Last night I watched Chariots of Fire. Great movie. I don’t have the resolve that Eric Liddell had to not work on the Sabbath, so I wrote most of my story about Cold Spring. However, I didn’t finish because we had a Mexican fiesta at the house. We picked up burritos from our favorite local Mexican place, The Down Town Bakery (that’s how they write it). I’m not sure how much of a bakery they are because they only have a few loaves of bread in the case each time I stop by. But the Mexican food is great, and the guys who work there are cool, so we support it when we can. Matthew made pico de gallo, Seth taught me how to make guacamole. And we ate like kings–Mexican kings. So, story and pictures still to come….
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