July 3, 2009 by PT Rothschild.

THIS FRIDAY NIGHT ‘THE ZEITGEIST ADDENDUM’ IS AT THE TEMEKU THEATER


Temecula, Ca – For only $5, you can see just what all the recent tax protests were all about in the movie ‘The Zeitgeist Addendum’, happening tonight at The Temeku Theater Movie. The movie starts at 11:15PM. The first 50 people will receive a free DVD of the predecessor film, ‘Zeitgeist’.

Remember, ‘the first thing to do is to ridicule’. There’s reason why the weird news is presented on a show by this name through a geek. This is a non-profit event with all proceeds going to buy more DVDs for distribution and a chance to meet other like-minded persons. This is your chance to be ‘The Man Named Thursday’. Be there, or remain uninformed! For sheeple who don’t mind coming out under the cover of darkness for a morning after tidbit of coffee conversation.

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June 26, 2009 by PT Rothschild.

WHEN CREATIVITY AND DRIVE MEET IN T-TOWN, LOOK OUT HORACIO ALGER!

Temecula, CA – I’ve often said that this valley in which the cities of Murrieta and Temecula sit is a fertile area for creativity. Earl Stanley Gardner and Raymond Chandler both lived around these parts before Arnold ever lifted his first barbell. When I first came to town, I had a children’s story ‘in the can’ by the six month mark though I haven’t gotten it published yet. The Universal Finger Light and the Metal Mulisha both were introduced to the world from here. The same can be said for Monster Energy Drinks, but perhaps the most inspiring story of all might just be the story of Skin Industries owner, Al Borda. It is a story that would have made Horacio Alger proud. Who is Horacio Alger? Google it, for this tale is all about Al.


This story starts out from a small conversation with Al’s mom down at the USA gas mini-mart where she and her Jag are adored by the day crew. The next story stop was in Los Vegas a few weeks ago when I stopped by the Skin Industries booth to say ‘howdy neighbor’. Lance Thayer, Skin CFO, was between appointments and so I related the Skin mom story to him. He chuckled and said, “You should tell Al about (the meet-up). He would enjoy hearing about it,” and gave me Al’s email. Now I have to say that I knew a little about Skin Industries for in the late 90s I was printing private label, mostly band, T-shirts. I was hoping to break into the clothing market and was trying to come up with a catchy name and a band to wear them, think Blink 182 and Hurley, which Nike later bought ‘cha-ching’. I was pissed when I started to see ‘Skin’ shirts. The name was so simple, yet so profound. I got over being angry at myself for not thinking of it a few days later and life went on. Years later I saw that there was a Skin store in the Murrieta Target center, and said to myself, ‘Damn, Skin (Industries) must be doing alright.’ In the years since, I have seen a black Hummer and Lamborghini both with huge Skin outline stickers across the rear window. Skin Industries has its own energy drink and Skin apparel is available at Tilley’s, No Fear, Pac Sun, Zumiez, Dillard’s, and Macy’s in the States, along with having distribution in Canada, Europe, and Australia, and of course online, not to mention having a booth at FMX and other motor sports functions. At any outdoor dirt/river rat gathering, you will see someone wearing a Skin T-shirt, and usually more than one. Not too shabby for a kid that dropped out of school in the ninth grade, wouldn’t you say? As I walked into the year old ‘new’ offices which sit close to the hills at the outer southwest perimeter of Temecula’s industrial park, I had no idea of what was under the skin of Skin, but I got a clue when I looked down the long hallway and spotted a lone figure standing outside just beyond the glass door intently texting.

Stepping inside the office after Al, the first thing to catch my eye was the absence of any female staff, except for the few who are in pictures that adorn the walls along with past tribute articles done in magazines like Skinnie, Heavy Hitters, and MMA Sport, among others. The second observation was the two massive golden Foo Dogs which stand guard outside the doorway entrance of Al’s office. “I’m very superstitious,” he says. A second tiny pair of dark brown wooden Foo Dogs sits on his neatly compartmentalized desk. “They weed out evil spirits. I don’t believe in religion, in any one religion,” he says. “I’d be broke, living in a box somewhere if I donated to everything people want me to support.” Then he smiles, “I have a good friend who is a Christian pastor that works (in) the super cross and motocross (field), Chaplain Steve. He has spiky blond hair, full on tat sleeves, a really good looking guy. He never tells you to read the Bible and says that he’s ‘not here to advertise my beliefs or religion’ (to the guys). He’s had hard times and is there to help or answer any questions (about God) but he doesn’t Bible thump you the way a lot of Christians do. (Action sports) have a lot of Christian people in them who do.”

Taking a second call, Al apologizes and says to continue the interview because “I can multi-task,” and does, as over the interview period of an hour or so various members of his staff come into his office for final approval on various projects (ads, photos, licensing). Though not hyper or overly stressed, you get the feeling as you look at a guy with some five o’clock shadow, tats on both arms but not complex sleeve work and tats on his knuckles, proving he is no poser, that Al is the Captain of the Skin ocean liner. Suddenly it makes sense that his ‘beautiful’ wife, Holly, sets his work time limit at 60 hours a week. “I grew up really poor so I just work. That is my drug and my passion,” says the man who does no recreational drugs and has about four glasses of wine a year. But he can hang if he has to as Matt, his body guard, quips when he recalls the time when Al ‘slammed down’ a full beer as the group got ready to leave Hooters one night. You can tell that Matt, Lance, who got me a Skin energy drink which was very flavorsome with no aftertaste, Sergio, the Marketing Assistant, and Charles Armstrong, the lead designer (although there are a combined 12 different people currently working on future design art that are on staff), are all friends and teammates. Al is the ‘coach’.

“I was born (January ’72) in Blythewood, AK, on an air force base, but my parents divorced when I was one year old. Then my mother remarried (another man in the Air Force) and we moved to Europe. When I was about eight we came back to the States and settled in Chula Vista because my step-dad was from San Diego. I don’t know why they chose there because being a white boy and speaking no Spanish, well I got stabbed in school, in the sixth grade,” he says as he shows me the faded scar on his arm. “They all said I wouldn’t (amount to anything). We moved to Del Mar (where I) attended Torrey Pines High School that had a bunch of rich kids that went there. These kids’ parents bought them Benz, and Lexus and they got to park on the upper level. The teachers had to park on the lower level, that’s how rich this school was. And since I lived on the other side of the freeway, they let me know that I ‘didn’t live in Del Mar, I lived in San Diego.’ I got the shit beat out of me (on occasion) and left high school in the 9^th grade. I told my mom pretty much right away (about quitting).” His mom and step-dad had split when Al was around 10 or 12 so Al ‘always did my own thing.’ Taking some regular part time jobs like gas station attendant and being a ‘bus boy’, he found real action in becoming an exotic car broker for a major auto procurement company, moving out of the house at 15 ½ and soon had clients like Sly Stallone, Ice T, Mike Tyson, Tu Pac, and Tom Cruise (who had his Rain Man character based off Al’s bosses who are the two brothers that owned the company). “I would find the cars in newspapers at these newsstands in Hillcrest. I would go through the want ads, find a car a client was looking for, and then I would fly out (and get it).” This high octane lifestyle lasted about two and a half years but the street hustler instinct was polished and detailed at a young age.

Al Borda was also making some interesting friends that would later solidify his love of action sports. “I’ve known Tony Hawk since I was 13. His dad ran the Del Mar Skate Ranch. He’s just a couple of years older than me. I also used to ride (dirt) motorcycles a lot. I worked at this one place and behind the building were all these hills. Ken Block, before he started his DC brand shoe company, was part of our group. We had our own (private) motocross track out back. I would draw up (art) designs and they went out in graphic kits for motocross bikes, or ‘skins’ as they are called because they cover the bike fenders. They became a hit.” Once these ‘skin’ designs were done on T-shirts, they became an underground ‘must have’ and Skin Industries was born in 1998. A wall picture showing a blond Bro bombshell standing beside a speed limit sign of ‘98’ MPH attests to that start-up year. “We put more effort in the design and keep doing it the same way as when we started. No one has requested that we do stuff (like Ed Hardy) with rhinestones, sequins and things like that. We are more concerned with design than ‘bling’. We moved the company up here (to this valley) in ’99. I lived Temecula for a few years, then in Murrieta, but the last five years I’ve lived in De Luz.” When I asked how the company had been steered into blowing up so big, Al said very self-effacing, “Well I don’t know if it has yet. It’s been 11 years and a long steady process,” an achievement that’s rare these days since Al and Skin did it without backers, co-owners, bank loans, or creditors. “Every penny (put into this company venture) is mine” is a statement of both motivation and pride. So what’s next for Al? “I’ve been married for 11 months. We got married a year to the day after we met, which was on 8/7/07. I wanted to get married on 8/8/08 since eights are lucky (in the far east Foo Dog culture) but couldn’t get things to work out, too many conflicting schedules, so we got married in Vegas on the day before, the anniversary of our meeting. (This time) I had thought about having a big party at the house, but now we might go to San Francisco because (my wife) has never been (there).”

As I left the office where each person there was wearing a Skin T- shirt (Al had a red design on) from the 250 designs put out over the years, I wondered if one day the name of Al Borda will be synonymous with action sports the way Tony Hawk is with skateboarding. Skin Tees certainly are and it is not through some lucky break or rich parent legacy, just good old-fashioned hard work, elbow grease, and the Simpsons’ way of ‘whatever doesn’t kill you can only make you stronger.’ And in this case also richer. As I said earlier in this story, not too shabby for a ninth grade drop-out who now deserves to park on the upper level of TPHS, should he ever decide to visit his old high school digs. Kick ass!

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May 24, 2009 by PT Rothschild.

THE FACES THAT MADE THE TEMECULA MUSIC FEST STAY ON KEY


Temecula, CA – A pretty ‘scene-ster’ once introduced me as ‘the guy who makes all us kids here look cool to the outside world’, but I say before the world, it is my friends in the scene here who are ‘cool.’ So here is a collection of the faces from the ‘kids at the cool table’ this Fest who made this year the most successful Temecula Music Fest ever held in T-Town. Next up: Art Unherd Behind The Music

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May 11, 2009 by PT Rothschild.

I WISH I COULD SAY THAT THIS WAS A MADE-UP STORY

Pomona, CA – “We are volunteers of a medical marijuana collective located in Pomona. Our doors had only been open 7 days and since opening, the Pomona Police Department (have)continuously harassed patients and volunteers. We are desperate to get the word out regarding this issue. At this time, I am orchestrating a protest in front of the Pomona Police Department for Friday May 8th beginning at 8:30 a.m. Below is an account of the events that took place with officers. During the police investigation on Saturday, 4 volunteers were arrested and charged with multiple felonies. Their court date is set for May 18th. The police department kicked down the doors a little after 6:00 pm on Saturday evening without a warrant for the second time in 2 days. They claimed they needed to sweep the office to make sure there was nobody in the building with a weapon. They were unwilling to state the reasons for being there other than they were investigating. When asked what they were investigating, they said for crimes being committed on the property. They were unable to obtain a search warrant until nearly 10:00 pm. During this time, the Pomona Police Department threatened the driver of a terminally ill cancer patient trying to fill out paper work in the waiting room. The cancer patient, who appeared gravely ill, asked the police officers if he could please get the help of the volunteers to pick up his prescription. He stated that after receiving his medication he would like to go home, and the officers told him to ‘go to a real pharmacy and get a prescription from a real doctor.’ The cancer patient’s driver was forced to leave the parking lot and drive off or he would be arrested. The ill man was left in the waiting room with no medicine, no ride home and when he asked the officers to provide him with a ride home they told him no. As if what I just stated wasn’t bad enough the patient is currently undergoing chemo and is extremely ill and weak. The volunteers informed officers over and over again that they invoke their 5th Amendment Right. They also repeatedly stated that the officers were trespassing without a warrant and to please leave the premises immediately. They informed the officers that without a valid letter of recommendation from a doctor as well as California Identification, they were not to go into the room where the medication was being kept. When asked to see a copy of the warrant, the officer claimed he didn’t need one. Sergeant Leonard, Badge #3, threatened a volunteer who informed him he was trespassing without a warrant to search the property. He informed the volunteer, “You better be careful what you say to me, son, because I am old school.” The volunteers invoked their 5th amendment rights several times during the interrogation by officers who stated they did not care about Proposition 215 or SB 420. They repeated over and over that this was their turf, and that they were old school.”


“The collective is not violating any of the state guidelines. We work closely with our attorney, J. David Nick and do not understand why the police continue to harass us or our patients. On Thursday a patient arrived in tears with her husband during a police investigation. An officer told her to go to the hospital when he turned the couple away. Her doctor ordered her to medicate with marijuana. Prior to medicating with marijuana, she was taking enough morphine to kill a horse. She and her husband are both on disability, and we provide her medication for free. She lost her eyesight after nearly bleeding out after having her 4th child 10 years ago. The disease she developed cannot be explained and causes her severe pain. There is nothing doctors can do for her other than keep her medicated for comfort. Her doctors informed her she would have overdosed one of these days had she not turned to marijuana. Marijuana helps to relieve her pain and allow her to eat without making her sick (Ed. Note: a common side effect with opium based drugs, illegal or prescription, is the body’s rejection of food in the system, like the drug wants your body to accept it instead of food nourishment). It is patients like her we take pride in helping. The Pomona Police officers have pulled patients over and told them never to return or else. One patient, who is suffering from brain cancer at the age of 20, pulled his hat off for an officer. He showed him the scars from the last surgery he had where they attempted to take out a tumor. The officer told him they have other medications to help him. As if the boy’s Oncologist who has been practicing for over 20 years wasn’t capable of telling him what to medicate with. On Thursday, they illegally searched the property and seized the patient’s medicine and their files. They detained patients and volunteers for hours without telling them anything other than they were criminals who were breaking the law. This is an obvious shakedown and abuse of law enforcement power. We have tried to inform them that our goal is to provide safe access to medication to patients who qualify and have a valid letter of recommendation along with a valid California identification card or license. The volunteers have explained to officers over and over again they are breaking the law by trespassing, and (the volunteers) are told to shut up, they don’t know what they are talking about. They have also provided officers with the guidelines from the State (LA) Attorney General.”

“When the male volunteer arrived at the police station, they strip searched him and booked him on multiple felony charges. He asked the arresting officer if they make arrests for handing out legal documentation now. He told him he was being arrested for selling marijuana, and the volunteer replied, “Did you find any on me?” The arresting officer would not answer. Hours after being thrown in jail, the officers pulled the male volunteer out of jail and into an interrogation room. They finally read him his Miranda rights and our male volunteer said he had legal representation. They put him back in his cell. We bailed him out of jail shortly after he was actually charged with a misdemeanor offense. He got out on a $30,000 bond. However, our female volunteer has a much different story. Currently, they are holding our female volunteer on a $1,000,000 bail for multiple felonies and the same misdemeanor charge. She had no marijuana, and no money. All the she had was the (batch of) legal flyers she was passing out to patients. According to our bail bondsmen, a child molester’s bail is typically set at $200,000. This is the same female volunteer who was sexually harassed by law enforcement on Saturday evening. She recently wrote an article about the incident on Saturday and sent it to the city council members of Pomona. This volunteer is on the Dean’s list at California State University in Long Beach. She is not a criminal; she is an innocent young woman interested in helping patients with alternative medication. The Pomona Police Department seems to have made the decision to retaliate against her after all the noise we have been making over their abuse of power. Her court date has been scheduled for Friday May 8^th during our protest.”

And now this update: The woman who was being held on one million $ bail was released late Friday afternoon and given a letter that said she had not been arrested, only detained - for 48 hours! With strip searches and harassment of (medical marijuana) patients what’s next, giving vaccination shots to infants that cause autism because you’re ‘old school?’ We live in a rapidly dissolving ‘veil of freedom’. Be informed or be enslaved!

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April 22, 2009 by PT Rothschild.

TAX REVOLT PROTESTS DRAW CURIOUS BLEND OF CONSERVATIVES, COPS, AND PUNKS BEFORE SOCIAL AGENDA

Temecula, CA – Probably across the country there were tax protest rallies. Some were organized to protest the recent tax hikes occurring across the government map, with the next moneymaker set to happen when stamps go up to 44¢. So with all the economic backlash going on coupled with bonafied Baracknophobia, plenty folks left their comfortable homes to go and stand on a corner, wave a flag, and hold up a sign expressing their viewpoint, at least here in T-Town this April 15th. However, I had prior knowledge, a ‘tip’ as it were, from none other than Temecula’s own ‘Scarlet Pimpernel’, the aptly named Silence DoGood. A ‘feeler’ was sent to me and I responded favorably, so I was put on the inside track of this planned political rally showing the latest unrest going on here in this So Cali hotbed of dissent. Hopping on the first thing motoring past my hilltop retreat, I headed down to the first protest happening at the duck pond by Oscar’s, on the corner of Ynez and Rancho California Road. The protest had been going on for awhile and this reporter was told that as many as 1500 people had taken to making their opinion known in total count of the four corners, though I couldn’t verify that figure by a second witness. Only two corners had people on them when I got there shortly after the lunch hour started. I quickly learned that an organization called T.E.A. had the majority of people present. A majority, but not all, as this sidebar here would bring an interesting twist to this story. ‘TEA’ stands for Taxed Enough Already and their signs appeared at other rallies across the country, you can probably find more information here www.FreedomWorks.org. A number of their signs had opinions about the bailout, a plan actually started by ole George Dubya (don’cha know), and how that was going to effect future taxes on their grandchildren. Indeed, many of these T.E.A. protesters were retired military and white haired, but there were solid middle aged cores that were more ‘Father Knows Best’ and ‘Tom Bosley’ types. The first man I talked to was making his acquaintance with an attractive dark-haired woman close to his social structure. Looking at my ‘USA, United We Stand’ T-shirt, he took me to be a friend and shared what really was bothering him, besides the money to be spent, which we both agreed would not solve the problem. Gun ownership! And Obama. Barack was a common thread, so I guess ‘Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner’ is still a relative movie. Like that gunman who shot a bunch of people in the immigration center back east, this man believed Barack’s Admin is going to do away with the second amendment. Other opinions voiced in the crowd included taxing guns, bullets, and licenses so much that your normal gun owner couldn’t afford to own one. So you had two mindsets. One saw Obama as someone they personally could never think of as a ‘real’ President, based on skin color (generational from older folks), and those who would be willing to give him a chance if he were more seasoned/not socialistic/making wrong moves- group of the middle agers. Both groups are paranoid about Obama the way all the people I know were about the Bush Admin. Google ‘Loose Change’, ‘From Freedom To Fascism’, ‘Terror Storm’, and ‘Zeitgeist’ Pts. 1&2. So to see all the good folks who colored between the lines, bought a Ford or Buick always, have a good insurance plan and kids who finished college, now standing in the wind, waving flags, resorting to protesting, made me understand just how deep the cracks are in the feet of the Empire. These people followed orders but the dance floor has changed. Now they fear the unfamiliar. There was no shortage of horns blowing their support for the anti-tax, anti-Obama policy banners.

Also standing out in this sea of protesters was a group of punk scene kids, with the smallest one in the group being an adorable diminutive ‘Joan Jet’, and the instigator of this protest to the protesters. The punks’ sign said ‘Right Wing Complainers’ with a thick, block letter arrow pointing down toward the other ‘grey panthers’. Strolling over to the kids, I decided to get their point of view. The only girl, Ellen, who was there with her boyfriend Jeffery, explained that she was on her way home from work when she had seen the protesters and upon reading their signs (and possibly seeing the conservative look of them), got pissed and rushed home, rousted her boyfriend and the other punk pals, telling them and her mom, ‘we have to go down and protest too, against them. So we, the two of us, chatted while one by one, several of the main stream protesters came over to ask the punks why they were out there or to say maybe they’d understand if they had a job and paid taxes, or if they were one paycheck away from losing their home. To these comments Ellen replied, ‘I do have a job, and I do pay taxes’, and several of the punk ‘kids are homeless’, but it was to no avail. The other protesters, which included some ‘soccer moms’ with their daughters, paid that no attention, as their mind was already made up and you couldn’t confuse them with the facts of the matter.

I have to say at the defense of the ‘old timers’ that the punks, one of whom was wearing a swastika drawn on his forehead, did present a scary view to folks that don’t spend much time outside of church, their friends’ circles, or a new car showroom, and it didn’t help that: none of the protesters could get a straight answer from any of the punks to their straight questions; none of them caught the ‘punk’ culture sense of dry humor; or that some of the punk guys did obscene gestures with the mini flags they had, and in front of the children, oh, won’t someone please think of the children? But then Karma swung in the other direction when one of the protesters dropped a dime and called the cops to say the punks were drinking. So up shows a cop, who looks more like an adult frat boy than a tough, with his shaved head and no cap. That brings to mind a question. When did the cops start thinking that looking like a thug, the shaved head thing that was started by ‘cons’, was the look they wanted to use to intimidate, or is this only a California thing. After all, for all my readers who live outside this altered state, the cops around here drive black and white muscle cars, all lowered and looking mean. Anyway, seeing the drama unfold, I realize that trying to talk the punks into being nicer to the ‘fogies’ is pointless. Like the lions and the hyenas, these two groups recognize each other for who they are.

At the other site of Winchester and Ynez, the newly renovated Mall fountain corner, the late afternoon protest had a more ‘Hollywood’ look to it. There were paparazzi (www.kulords.com), the punks were standing atop the fountain wall, in stark contrast to the white haired retirees below, a thirty-something ‘adventure land’ boot camp looking attractively athletic woman was striding back and forth, whipping the crowd into a frenzy. Police cars were everywhere and true to form, several cops approached many of the punk guys, asking ‘why’ they were there (guess if you don’t ‘dress’ like a middle class protester, you can’t protest), asking them why they dress like that (shape up and get into the line with the rest of the drones), and just generally harassing them because some of the mainstream crowd had called down the law on the punks and reported misinformation about them. There was also a young man who told the crowd about the unlawfulness of the Federal Income Tax and the privately owned Federal Reserve Board with a bullhorn.

This corner crowd was really made up of three different groups. There was the main stream with the agenda of the ‘just passed’ huge government budget and printing of more money, the new G20 policies, the bailout of 10,000,000,000,000 (trillion) dollars in TAX MONEY and the report issued by Janet Napolitano, the new Homeland Security Secretary, saying that all groups who voice concern over the wronged Constitution, government corruption, unemployment, taxes, various other sundry things, and all identified Ron Paul supporters, be put on the ‘watch list’ as domestic terrorists. ‘The Federal Government has gone mad!’ (Believe me when I say that it does my heart no good to see the kindly folk who sat silently around supporting George W. Bush, hoodwinked by 911 and completely out of the loop, sadly of which, many still are, it does not gladden me to see these same rightwing ‘white folks’ now tied to their seat like Bobby Seal in ‘68, bound and gagged, being run roughshod over by the government, and at their expense. I knew it would one day come to this; it was just a matter of time, and power.

The punks are there as the natural enemy to the ‘law and order’, don’t frighten me-why do you dress that way when if you dressed like my daughter, you would be so much more attractive IN MY OPINION bunch, to protest against the right-wingers and also because the punks support Obama. They say give him a chance, regardless of what he is doing, and also the punks are there to just protest, protest that pot is still illegal, protest that the cops have hassled them since they were teens in this town just for the way they dress, protest because there is nothing to do that’s fun around, protest that the economy is so crapped, and protest because the man who did this, George W. Bush, is the guy they supported and didn’t say much above a murmur when he was in, though they saw what was happening. Now that Obama is in, it’s time to complain to the high heavens, and use your Bibles to do it with. So above all, the punks are protesting hypocrisy, and that’s their truth, the truth beneath the ripped jeans and safety pins, studs, and leather jackets. The punks want the truth to be owned up to. The third group is the most interesting because their question is the heart of the issue. The money system, they say, as it stands now, is totally illegal but in full control of the country and the world through the lending of money and the slavery of interest that it generates, a wraparound connection to the first group, the mainstreamers. These are the people who have seen and understand, and accept movies like ‘From Freedom to Fascism’ and ‘Zeitgeist’ (second edition, or part 2). This group has a loftier understanding which borders on the spiritual. The second protest was the more interesting of the two and one has to wonder if and when the three groups will stop just seeing only their preconceived predicament and realize they are all in the same boat, and this boat is filling up fast, more than they know, but YOU know, if you read this column on a regular basis. On the plus side, I did finally meet Silence DoGood, who, when queried by me, put his finger to his lips like Principal Skinner touching his nose. Then it was off to a Paul’s birthday celebration at P.F. Chang’s China Bistro. I’ll simply say this about the place, I’m a picky eater, and though I didn’t partake of the duck, the shrimp, or the scallops, the tuna sushi, the fried green beans and sauce, the chicken, and the hot fish were all ‘superb’, as Fat Tony would say. Ask for Anthony or Candice, and if you sit outside on the patio, choose Elaine’s section, between the buildings and out of the wind. After closing down the bistro and turning out the lights, losing most of the celebrants, we hardcore walked just down the street to The Yard House, where I ran into an old friend…

(All photos - Bryan Kulor)

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