The coffee is hot. The coffee is fresh. The laptop is open and fingers furiously pound the keys. He makes a call. He asks a questions and then makes decisions. He clicks his pen. He summarizes. He is a true taco mogul. He is large and in charge. … not fat, just large with his personage. True, …. taco moguls come in all shapes and sizes. The mogul sitting next to me currently owns one trailer. He’s expanding to another one next weekend and will set up at local farmer’s markets this summer. His tacos are vegan with some Vietnamese ingredients here and there. His lieutenant arrives. Her hair is up and she sports bold hoop earrings. Her notebook is open and she is ready to get down to business. They immediately do just that. There will be four locations- the pop-ups at the farmers markets. Tables, ice chests, and various other details emerge. They’ll offer the #1,2,4,and 5. I wonder why they aren’t offering #3, but don’t interrupt their flow to ask, despite my burning curiosity. I am intrigued by their focus and their passion. … and amazed that I don’t have a single negative thought about either of them. I say silent thank you to the fortunes of chance that placed these two fully clothed emperors at the table next to me. They are disrupting, innovating, strategizing, and game-changing without invoking my ire. …. and it occurs to me, no one hates a taco mogul. In a world full of hate, confusion, fear, reality distortion, and chaos, tacos remain peaceful … and delicious. No hate, no anger, no politics, no marketing spin, no hyperbolic esoterica… just a hard or soft shell with some goodness inside. Let's go forth and eat more tacos. …go toward the light y’all.