When addressing a breakfast menu I momentarily forget that I now live in the South where I can order biscuits any day I want.— Danielle Dreilinger (@djdreilinger) July 6, 2013
Can you smell it? Lingering sweat from anxious NBA trade rooms. Firework smoke surfing on thick clumps of humid air. Contraband chicken in a casual dining franchise. One's own bullshit. Perfumed concert-goers abandoning their elaborate footwear. Biscuits. Beyonce.
Independence Day has come and gone, and this week's Y@ Speak celebrates a week of living freely in the best damn city in the U.S. of A. Breathe it all in, my fellow patriots.