Food trucks at dusk.
Food trucks at dusk.

I was promised a taco truck. On every corner. Where are they?

We live on a corner. That means I should be able to see four taco trucks from my porch. There no taco trucks to be seen. We’ve even looked in all the potholes on the street. Which is to say, just about everywhere. No taco trucks. Which means, no tacos.

I wanna taco.

Most of you who have read Storyteller for any length of time know that this is not a political place. But the silliness of a never-ending election season has brought me to the brink. And, it only gets worse.

The taco truck on every corner thing comes from a Trump conservative Hispanic supporter. He said something like not supporting the wall along the Mexican border would put taco trucks on every corner. Well, I don’t support the wall. Did it work in Berlin?

Yesterday, the Green Party candidate for president, Jill Stein, thought it would be a good idea to spray paint graffiti on the road graders up in North Dakota where Native Americans are protesting oil pipeline construction. I don’t know about you, but where I come from tagging private property is called vandalism or destruction of private property. An arrest warrant has been issued for her.

Then there is the Libertarian candidate, Gary Johnson, who wants to know “what is Aleppo?” Maybe he got it confused with Alpo. But, it ain’t dog food. It’s ground zero for the horrible civil war in Syria.

These kind of low information, amateur wannabes want to lead me? Not on your life.

Maybe somebody could tag a taco truck with, “New! Tacos, served with Aleppo, Beans and Cheese.” That could sort of be like Soylent Green. You’ll have to Google that to understand my reference.

In case you are wondering, I think we’ve done this to ourselves. You know the old cartoon, Pogo? It was written and drawn by Walt Kelly, who said, “We have met the enemy and he is us.”


I read a lot and contribute a little on Facebook. I’ve come to the conclusion that the extremists on both sides never graduated from high school. One is amazed to find out about Hollywood blacklisting. She recommends watching the “new” movie, “Trumbo,” which was released about 18 months ago. New, indeed. Learning real history from a movie? How quaint.

The same person was stunned to find out that the biggest tank battle ever, was fought in Russia between Soviet and Nazi troops. She wants to know why this has been hidden from Americans. I learned about both of those bits of history in high school. Maybe I had better teachers. Or, maybe I just took an interest in subjects that were being taught. Or, maybe I didn’t drop out.

The list goes on and on and on. One person doesn’t believe voting works. So, on one hand she says “love, love, love” and on the other, she espouses violent revolution and street justice. Yeah. Those go well together.

I could go on. But, you didn’t come here to read a rant. Luckily, I rarely rant. Much. These days. I’ve taken the words of a song to heart. It was written by Elvis Costello. The chorus goes sort of like this, “I used to be disgusted. Now I’m just amused. The angels want to wear my red shoes. ”

Oh yeah. The picture. That’s what you came for. This is an oldie. But a goodie. A few years ago, New Orleans was woefully behind the rest of the country when it came to food trucks. NOLA lags behind nobody when it comes to food. So the truck owners and a couple of city council members got together and held food truck festivals throughout the city. To show how much fun they could be, how good the food is, and, that it was affordable. This picture was made in Central City. The ordinances for mobile food sales were slightly modified and the city caught up to the rest of the country. In case you are wondering, I am a big fan of street food.

So the picture is really just f5.6 and be there. It worked out pretty well, I think.

I still wanna taco.

Where is that truck I was promised?