There are Punjabi speaking Indians in the liquor store. There’s Spanish speaking Mexicans in the bar and English speaking Black and White customers all around. This place is like a little slice of of UN harmony right here in rural Maryland. I wasn’t expecting much from the tacos so I was delightfully surprised at how good they were. I was willing to ignore the cheddar cheese and the flour tortilla considering we’re so far from the border but that tasty, juicy chorizo made my Mexican food loving heart sing. I finished my tacos. I held hands with my brown skinned brethren, formed a circle and sang«Give peace a chance» and I was on my way. See, tacos are the key to world peace! I told you so. 2013 #91 /365