Tour

Glopety-glop - glopety glop-glop. Here and in hiding who must I see ? Who must I meet ? Who am I now ? How fortunate of me to meet and move-in with sweet-people, un-availed of mechanical-muscle, a wonder-woman of her-time and her nosy-kid - but-attached to her my bipolar nemesis, the seedy-greedy tiny asteroid-mind of Tom alias - Dick and Harry LTD Stephens. And I had been-there. I walked across that lawn, perhaps sat-there unconscious of-its history, where the spaceship landed. I had lived in that museum, walked in the perfects of the living-theater. I was now : David from a spaceship, not David from rotunda of aggrandize-gazement. So Professor Barnhardt says: You need to stand-them on their heads. They do not have other-world minds. Klaatu will-stop this-world. "Stop this world; I want to get-off."

Same-street walking, that same-night or one-different - in the same vicinity but of the-opposite direction, the Via Veneto, a-most fashionable fancy-alley, very decorative, like Christmas-year abound, for the rich and famous world 'round. I saw a live-robbery just like the movies and for free-standing on the narrow chic-shop side-walk, in street-light lit-glimmer, a bandannas-man with dark jacket runs from between parked cars to a window, and crouching he affixes something to the gallery store glim-glam glass - and runs-back between cars. BOOM ! with white-smoke. A bomb went-off, probably a plastic plaster-bomb, and the bandannas-man ran back to the window, stopped-short. Someone had stopped-a-car with a squeak-screech - and yelled. The burglar turning, then sprinted-up the inclined snowy-forest path, the pursuer leaving his vehicle chased-him up 'the walk - tonight a run', with loud clap-clap-clapping of hard-leather soled shoes, running footsteps after the silent-soled forest flee-er.

Just like the movies: but "You Are There". I saw the-real jewel-thief at-large. David-Niven must have played at least one jewel-heister, but not like this.

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