Each evening, when we can, my son and I go for a walk after dinner. Sometimes we turn right and go up the hill. Sometimes it's left out on to the main road. Then the choice is south to the Civil War monument, affectionately called The Monument. Or should we go north as far as Short Street?
This evening, it was north.
Along the way, we noticed a yellow arrow spray-painted on the berm along the roadside. That started the conversation on graffiti on the "T" tracks under Boston.
From there to the traditional prison garb in Britain, to the stripes on classic American prison wear. The topic wandered over to the unique quality of Zebra markings and the similarities and differences between brothers.
By the time we turned back we were in the Hawian Islands, the Earl of Sandwich and prepared meat. We ended it with the concluding word "Bologna" as we again passed the spray painted yellow arrow in the road.
James Burke, eat your heart out!!! =30=
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