Here is a sad object - or two pieces of the same object - salvaged from the freezer at Cuesta Road, and carried back to Los Angeles. These are the final remnants of a Real Food Nation baguette. I have to say - Alice is more of a bread eater than I am, and these belong to her, and she will feel the loss of RFN baking more acutely than I. But symbolically - I commemorate these in a synecdochal fashion. Yesterday, when we drove past, it all look very shut up and bare, with a mysterious amount of minor engineering activity taking place outside. Rumor suggests that someone may lease the space, may try and run the same kind of enterprise with the same organic emphasis - but we'll wait and see and hope.