Smoking

Off to London tomorrow.

Sun will be beating down. Gold-paved streets. Waterloo sunset. Ichycoo Park. Nightingales singing in Leicester Square. Yeah, right.

Going to Tate Modern to see Harry Callahan, “the multiple image” and all that.

"H, you half-wit; not that Harry Callahan! For goodness sake, make my day and focus."

“I’ll try...”