thanks so kindly, and to you as well...!

Me too. Can't wait to see what happens :-)

"No matter what he did or how hard he tried, he could not recall every detail of her face, but the woman who just sat behind him had the scent of the perfume from that night 47 years ago. The problem he faced was coming to terms with the simple fact that the past can never return, prayers or not."

But when I can't write, my imagination becomes frustrated in the most irritating way, like a mosquito at your ear. It's then I fill up pages of first lines or descriptions of the glimpses of life passing by the windows of the cafe. And sometimes, just memories that arise from who-knows-where. Maybe?

Just don’t let me pour anything as Parkinson’s is the one disease that strongly encourages you to refrain from public ally handling hot liquids.

Good ole Dave. (Insert sarcasm in my previous comment :-) )

Must be one of those nation building projects.

Dang...I forgot that! very spooky

..later with Kenny Street. The stone had to be moved from the barge by horse and wagon up hill. Horses needed as gentle a slope as possible, so the road was cut on angle.

Couple of 1921 airphotos of the newly complete Hydrostone.
The pic on right shows how neat and closely spaced the houses were, plus the houses behind were, to a fair degree, still standing (the crest of the hill was buffer from blast). Pic on right shows new Devonshire Avenue cut on an angle...

One that gets me is how a campus newspaper was found in the mud of a trench.. you can still see the mud stains on it.