The Kitchen off Ocean Corral
For years we ran our kitchen on the beach, where the desert road dies at the coast highway. Characters would hitchhike west out of plays and movies set at lonesome cafes in Arizona or Death Valley, and they’d drag into our place, letting the screen door slap behind them, sand scrawling from the sleeves of their fathers’ leather jackets. […]
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