Beats reverberate from different drums from all over the room. There’s chatter to accompany it, people yapping in twos or threes. Then laughter. And the drums begin again. The beat is a faithful companion. The words are like fleeting lovers, a hint of a touch and off they go. They are hardly audible above theContinue reading “This is home too”
I was happy I discovered this place. A nice community joint, with real people, where everyone knew everyone, meals were simple and money was paper not plastic.
A hotel next to the police station was never about the food – it was always about the station. It still is.
The steps hold a promise.