Dental drama

Again with the routine trip for cleaning, and the trepidation and literal foot-dragging; the promise of a truffle or two afterwards seemed to help. Found some blue corn posole to cook up at the Asian supermarket, in a section full of items from New Mexico. I don't think I've seen posole anywhere else.
Checked out a new shop near the dentist's office, full of unusual Asian items. A Japanese-American woman about my age was talking with the woman owner about some kind of event commemorating the Japanese-American internment during WWII. The building we were in was originally owned by such a family, don't know if they regained it. There has not been a good deal of acknowledgement of this terrible time around here, oddly enough for such a progressively conscienced place. Maybe the progressive part has only been rising lately, come to think about it.