I was in Camden to see my pal Reidy, who informed me that the town now has a tequila lounge. Of course, I insisted we lunch there. We were sipping margaritas and exchanging insults in Spanish when this darling woman popped her head--and hat--over the booth to say hola. Indeed, I do not believe her name is Margarita. I fear that was the tequila talking.


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