In Harrisonburg, Virginia we ate at a Workers Collective called The Little Grill, after barely getting in the door before closing (at the odd hour of 3pm on a Saturday). Kids who look like they are in all of the bands I went to see as a teenager served us average vegan food for decent prices. But how often do you get to eat at a worker-owned spot? Exactly.
In the south people take dogs for rides in convertible 3-wheeled vehicles
I was trying to shoot the dogs playing. Really, I was!
Pasta with marinara the night before the race? Yes. Thank you.