The hunchback on the corner, with gum and shoelaces, Has his own wisdom and pleasures, and may not be lured To divulge them to you, for he has merely endured Your appeal for his sympathy and your kind purchases;
The big white flakes sank down from the sagging sky. A wet gray light hung over everything; and the flakes looked gray against it, then turned white as they sank toward the dark earth. The roofs of the few houses along the road looked...
When food becomes a mask for snobbery and pretension the foodie underground ceases to be a movement and starts to become nothing more than a demographic.
