My brother lived in Portland. Near his place was a BBQ take-out place that wasn't much more than a shack. I don't know who owned it but all of the people working there were black. It looked like a forest fire during business hours and DANG the food was good! Those folks sure knew their business around a grill.


β€œIn a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.