"86 47"

"Cool nugget formation on my tundra walk"

In honor and advance of tomorrow's No Kings Day, here's a snapshot of an unusual arrangement found up in our neck of the woods. Aside from the fact that similar recent commentary like this has reaffirmed evidence of just how deep the disinformation siloing effect continues to divide our nation - with not just alternative facts anymore, but full-on competing realities. Exhibit A would be based on my own personal, extensive experience from over a dozen years in the food-service industry: from New York to Philly to AK; as a dishwasher, prep + line cook (hot & cold sides), host, bar-back, server and manager. The only context you ever heard “86” was either as a directive from the kitchen that a special or menu item was sold out, or, when cutting off a drunk at the bar. Both of which apply in this situation.