At lunchtime today, in advance of the Labor Day weekend, we had a picnic on the fourth floor here at WOW. A cross between the food table at a Beverly Hills AA meeting (except for the wine and Jell-O shots) and a church social. We might have had the picnic outside, which is traditional, up on the roof, say, but that damn Station Fire is still burning and dumping ashes on everything. Ashes are the ants of Southern California right now. Anyway, everything was delish. We have some fine chefs working here; and those who can’t cook know how to put store-bought in a casserole dish so no one’s the wiser. (Photo at top by Thairin; the lower ones by Sidnee Lewis)
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