A late birthday nod
to Irishman in Ybor
cracked, but not broken
I’m glad for that crack in the window, just big enough for the aroma of coddle and stout to waft through.
The flavor of history … for people of taste!
For some reason it makes me think of the mirror and razor in the opening scene of Ulysses.
Are you in Santa Barbara, Julie?
Nope; on Sunday, I was in Ybor City (part of Tampa), hanging out before the Super Bowl 🙂
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