A Friday Morning Trip to the Genuine Commissary, in Numbers
It was my first time at the commissary, and I was in for a treat. As I finished my drive and parked my car outside, right “next to the Empanada place”, the sun was beginning to rise. When I walked in I saw a bustling hive of early rising folks. Everyone is working to complete … Continue reading A Friday Morning Trip to the Genuine Commissary, in Numbers