Tour

They never spoke and I never did figure them out. Who were they ? Came a point when I wanted to see a woman in the window. Problem-was, there was only one window in my entire retinue of route-routine, where there was any possibility of a window woman. Needless to say I looked at that window every day. I passed it walking to and from the bus stop up-town.

How to make it happen. "Chances Are ?", another hit-song around that time, Johnny Mathis. The way I did it was Chances are ...; I heard not any of the lyrics after that. "Chances are" I put in whatever words I wanted. Chances are there will be a woman in the window. I found it an interesting concept. I know what I want to see. What are the chances ? Some hope. Are you nuts ? Not in a million years. What-if ? What does it cost ? - a glance. The fool's glance. Am I a fool ? Let's come to grips with this. A test of faith. They talked about this all the time. You will be tempted. You must stand-up to temptation and they said it forever. What do I want to see in the window ? What am I looking for ? I am not suppose to look. That solves the problem. "Just say no". What fun is that ? Am I crazy ? Just don't look. Should I walk blindfolded ? Eyes peeled to the ground; "He follows the tracks "Kemo Sabe"", from the radio show Lone Ranger. No-way to live. Maybe I combined the two games. Let's see, how would that work ? A Mona Lisa naked in the window.

Thinking back - guess I just hated remembering things. Well certain things. Counting-change another one. Tourist-math, the exchange of money after crossing every border.

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