Our town eyesore, the Wicked Burrito, is slightly less ugly this week. No, the painters did not paint. They matched, or tried to match, the multicolored monster’s many garrish colors, then vanished. Someone did take down the tattered canvas awnings that had hung flapping like a tight flock of disturbed chickens over the hand drawn “Closed” sign for the past several years.
Across the street the now empty Vis-Art is separated from new hotel construction only by the lively but somewhat secret Dead Mule Club. Against the odds, the Mule is the best kept of the three.