The bus station is next door to a tattoo parlor, should you wish to obtain a memento before leaving town. How about a diamond heart silver keychain with black wings, to bear you on your merry way? Ever notice that the molded plastic signs in restaurant windows always state "Authentic Cuisine" when there is nothing authentic about them? There is a paucity of toy stores in the neighborhood that I have moved into, and hobbies are nearly a lost art. Perhaps that's why the children spend their spare time running around the flagpole, hooting and hollering, like hyenas desperate for their daily enemas. Believe me, there are a lot worse things to look forward to, in this life.