Tagged Friends

Never Pass That Way Again

A simple inscription carved in stone, there for eternity. Young boys destined to be craftsmen, chiseling, and working soft stone. Hours of toil, Jack brought the hammer, George the chisel. Slow laborious work for the unskilled hand and poorly trained eye. The warmth of a summer’s evening. That little street of poor hard-working people, some away fighting, the others resting before a week of toil ahead. Quiet as you can, the neighbours might not want their path carving up. For two mischievous lads just one more adventure in a long hot summer littered with many mad capers. The very best of…

Three Amigos

The world rushes by this city Sunday. The three amigos on the steps dancing, chilling, singing. Fifty, sixty or even seventy who knows? Tired faces, worn out clothes, shabby un-chic ready for anything caring for nothing. The great and the good, rush here, don’t look there quickly cross the street, “they might want money.” A tape machine with tinny tones of Bob Marley ‘Jammin’ straight from 77. A hint of alcohol, well more than just a hint an early morning top up from cheap sherry hidden out of view. Takes the edge off soothing cold tired bones. Lookout for cops,…