In Memory of Jim Haynes

I wrote this article after visiting one of Jim’s famous Sunday suppers. It’s from a collection of stories on food events organized by people who care about their communities. I’m publishing it here today as a memory of Jim, a wonderful man whose made so many lives of people so much more memorable. Rest in peace.

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Every Sunday at 8 pm since the late seventies on a dreamy Parisian street, the door at a backyard maisonette in the 14th district flies open every couple of minutes. At peak times, every couple of seconds. The warm light shines through the large…