The burrito man and other helpers

Tortillas and eggs were always accepted by the burrito man on Saturday mornings. Photo by Sergio Contreras on Unsplash.

On Saturday mornings, in the town I used to live in, there was a man that set up a big disco in a parking lot, under a large tree. It was early in the mornings during winter, just as the sun was coming up over the mountains at the edge of town and the steam could be seen rising from his coffee cup.

I don’t remember his name but he was the burrito man. His disco, a propane tank, and a long white table were…

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