This past weekend, I went to a small press and artist fair in China Town. There was a press that printed pictures on paper made from sugar cane, neon prints, and poetry. My favorite spot was a little press that sold miniature prints, books, and buttons in a capsule machine. I got a print of a palm tree next to a dumpster at sunset. Then we wandered over to a Chinese restaurant for fried rice, slippery greasy beef, and garlicky green beans. “Garlicky” is one of my favorite adjectives, I think. It’s so perfect that I sometimes doubt it’s an approved, “real” word.