Tour

My attitude back then pertaining the assigned chore of clipping the hedges, was let it be natural. Why manicure it, when it looks just as well if not better - as wild ? Yea - that went over big when I was a kid expected to grounds-keep.

As my host was cutting the hedge outside on the side-walk, someone came by, a local I assumed, and began a conversation which went on for a bit - of which I paid scant attention trying to be self-polite. After - when he had finished conversing and cutting, he came back in. He said, "You know that person I was talking just now has passed by here most everyday for twenty years, and never a word passed between us until today". So apparently I caused a stoke newington. What kind of subject was I now - I had to ask ? There was the neighbor approval, of which I hadn't thought of, and the neighbor-limb my host might be out on, with his newbury-way spectacle . They were some nice people.

Interestingly Alison and I went out to dinner one night. She took me to a popular, today what called hip-place. Right-off - I thought it a little quirky when we got there; because outside a bunch of people were actually stand-lounging around, seemingly not really going in and not really leaving, and one particular guy was wearing a Sherlock Holmes' cape and deer-hat, and was waving around a Calabash pipe. They were all of a seeming type I had no experience with. It was peckham rye common, brockwell - coldharbour.

Inside it was crowded and nice, a young crowd all twenties, a few early thirties men dressed semi-formal, with all sorts of combos, the kicker or feather in the cap, some dapper flair-like scarf or shirt skivvy, very subtly displayed like a neon sign.

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