For several days in a row last week, I passed this food truck last week as I walked to work. It brought back fond memories of the International Peace Convocation in Jamaica – jerk chicken for lunch and dinner; tiny hot dogs in sweet and sour sauce for breakfast.
Finally the day came when I left Grand Central Station with a plan to stop at the food truck for lunch.
Of course, that was the day that the truck apparently parked elsewhere.
Timing might not be everything, but it sure is a lot.
See you along the Trail.
Along the Graybeard Trail 