Caren was sitting in a nice seat in the sun, in Boston’s Chinatown, to eat her lunch. A friendly man kept pointing above her head. She looked up and saw a long row of pigeon bottoms, hanging over a building edge!
She found a better place to sit.
Caren was sitting in a nice seat in the sun, in Boston’s Chinatown, to eat her lunch. A friendly man kept pointing above her head. She looked up and saw a long row of pigeon bottoms, hanging over a building edge!
She found a better place to sit.
This reminds me of my Grandmother’s words of wisdom to Libby and I as she visited the coast of Maine for the first time in 1967. “Keep moving, keep moving, or they (seagulls) will think you’re a rock.