...on whom much irony was poured and little was wasted. RIP, too, Uncle R., at age 99. At age 91, he was arrested in his home town for soliciting a prostitute. He'll be missed in the family album.
...awakened in him as he handwashed the ceramic paring knife. It was fun he realized to cook for people and try to delight them. There were a lot of moving parts, and yet it had only one real secret: tactical butter. Bart and Jessica were on their way. Were they special guests? Tonight he'd even destemmed the grapes -- for the grapes and caramelized sausage buttons in a wine reduction fry. Usually stems would be roughage.
L-r, click to enlarge & read the fine print: the mindset; bike racks created through the Steel Yard, for municipalities that want a nice look; the pagoda where tix are sold to events; a mural on a storage container. A decade ago a couple of artists took over a brownfields site in the industrial heartland of Providence, RI, where America's industrial revolution took root. They turned it into a studio-atelier-workshop-place to get dirty-celebration-next generation-entrepreneurial-sparks fly-molten iron pours kind of place that politicians love to visit ... now that the Steel Yard has been around 10 years and remediated the site. It was good that the founding artists came from wealthy families, because government was ZERO help.