Tuesday night, ten o’clock, sitting at the end of Los Quince Letres’ bar, the stools are mostly filled, and the people sit at the tables and sing along with the jukebox. The jukebox is playing something in Spanish I don’t recognise, a ballad, something Frank Sinatra would sing. And it reminds me, of working at […]

October 31, 2008. Los Quince Letres     On Friday night, October 31, I walked down to my local greasy spoon restaurant for dinner. It is a large, white tiled space, with whole chickens roasting in the window, and man chopping up beef for the tacos, and coolers holding Pepsi and beer. On each table is a […]