Until 1964, the African-Americans working in the high-class establishments on Bathhouse Row were forbidden from utilizing them. So naturally, my Juneteenth celebration started early with Bathhouse Row bathing, massaging, scrubbing, and caring for every bit of my southern melanin. I’m sure everyone enjoys the experience, but this gave me a satisfaction in my bones and it shows. Love to Quapaw Baths and Spa LLC for the generational glow up.
P.S. I want that bell. 
where i wandered:
where joy wanders 