August 28, 2008: During one of our chair-and-a-fresh-beer stops, this guy, the owner, starts piling stuff in front of us on the curb. It looked like trash, a plate of food, some papers, a half empty cup of beer, loosely organized in the gutter. Then he adds paper, no money, no fake money, fake US one hundred dollar bills. Then, he lights it on fire, turns and smiles. I thought - anti American, but I'm not sure anymore. It was a sacrifice, offering, to the house spirits. Pretty much every house and business has a little shrine with food and drink as offerings. Burning the offering was a new angle for us. It is the only time I saw anything but incense burned.

-Bob Stevenson