Has been a while. Stopped into Last Stop but owner not there and no familiars. It was a coffee klatsch of sorts years ago. Construction workers had their breakfast, being given tokens for after knocking off. I'm sure I have a photo in archive.
Here we go. T'is Zack. Retired FDNY and Motoguzzi enthusiast. Last I heard from him was before pandemic. He had gotten a lease from USDA to live in an old ranger shack in Yavapai NF.
The place really stinks. Not even a sour beer in the sawdust odor but more ripe. Good thing patio. Was curious to see old staff but - no way. People have moved on.
Out and about today. Went to Lux too, earlier. Different sort of stinkers. Got my work done in a fish bowl. Finished this off:
Sent it to sister for her birthday. Despite the absurd neglect and profound stupidity she and her siblings manifest. Bad people.
Winding down. Long day. Found some items I was looking for. Hard to find some things. Out of stock supply line issues. Golly, I'd clear the coast of these provocateurs and start over.
Photo: Port of Long Beach
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