A short story loosely based on a youthful adventure in Pimlico. The statue of limitations has expired. I considered getting a photograph of the old building, but decided not to wander down that deadend alley again.
It was a fine Saturday morning in 1961, free of the heat the summer sun would bring later. I got up early to enjoy my vacation. I had to recuperate from the eighth grade.
Today I was to meet the two Tommies at old lady Brewer’s tree. Mrs. Brewer hates for use to climb her shade sycamore, but we do it anyway.