Gandhi
j Banker The Taco Around my tenth birthday we moved into a the first house built in a new gated coummunity. Since we lived in the only completely built one, there we always construction workers around, as a result at lunch time a beat up 78’ Chevy would come with a hot tacos and sandwiches. I always yearned bite into one of the juicy taco that the workers so liked so much; however my mother never let touch them as their sanitary standards were probably on par with my dog’s.