My mom used to keep a jar of those same candies on the coffee table. She was a Hungarian immigrant. Thanks for reminding me about them, and the warning about their addictive qualities.
What a gift to the community! I'd count myself as a Josh Kornbluth stan who's always curious what diverse diversions and gigs you're spinning up. I'm also a huge fan of R. Black's graphic design, whose work has spiced up many cool events I favor in the East Bay
Thank you for your very kind comment!! And yes, Rich Black (as anyone who has seen his murals at the Ashby Stage in Berkeley can attest) is the bee's knees! I put him in the same class as the great illustrator Paul Davis, whose posters for the Public Theater in New York were such a big part of my childhood.
My mom used to keep a jar of those same candies on the coffee table. She was a Hungarian immigrant. Thanks for reminding me about them, and the warning about their addictive qualities.
That's so cool, Hannah! I wonder if coffee candies were a particular favorite of Eastern European immigrants, for some reason.
Loved your story about your grandfather Julius…
Thanks so much, Kit!! He was an awesome grandpa (even if he _did_ repeatedly "steal" my nose when I was a kid).
What a gift to the community! I'd count myself as a Josh Kornbluth stan who's always curious what diverse diversions and gigs you're spinning up. I'm also a huge fan of R. Black's graphic design, whose work has spiced up many cool events I favor in the East Bay
Thank you for your very kind comment!! And yes, Rich Black (as anyone who has seen his murals at the Ashby Stage in Berkeley can attest) is the bee's knees! I put him in the same class as the great illustrator Paul Davis, whose posters for the Public Theater in New York were such a big part of my childhood.