The Pop-Up Party That Never Popped With Hope at the End of a Gloomy Holiday Weekend

I had a kitchen full of 14-year-olds on Saturday night, laughing and crushing Pietro’s pizza, including a Grandma’s pie with vodka sauce (Oh man, so good …) when one of the kids informed me, “Dude, the po-po are here.”

As a surfer, hassled since I was a teenager, my first reaction to the police is always “Oh s*#t. The cops! What do they want?”