Vacationing Where Once We Lived
Granny's bent out of shape, irritated at her daughter, our son, and me. At Guadalupe a single coyote trots the dunes and looks back, eyes placid lakes, then takes his time and slowly snakes away hunting rabbits. Makes me think. Granny says she likes the food at Taco Bell -- better, than where I take her and locals eat. It's more "authentic." She's visiting from Seattle, but originally she's from New York and forty years ago when she came West to Los Angeles, worked in a Mexican restaurant, wearing a wide embroidered skirt and white ruffled blouse -- there discovered the only kind of taco that she likes. I've misunderstood her request for "authentic" Mexican food and taken her to a place where Anglos seldom go and no one else is speaking English.