Phil, this is wonderful. It conjures up vivid memories of my wandering-in-the-desert (of southern California) years. I took to living by night, or at least retreating come afternoon, as I gather many do on Crete. I would greet the rosy-fingered dawn as it emerged from behind the mountains by going down to a nearby schoolyard (deserted in summer — and especially at 5:00 am) and shooting hoops.
Phil, this is wonderful. It conjures up vivid memories of my wandering-in-the-desert (of southern California) years. I took to living by night, or at least retreating come afternoon, as I gather many do on Crete. I would greet the rosy-fingered dawn as it emerged from behind the mountains by going down to a nearby schoolyard (deserted in summer — and especially at 5:00 am) and shooting hoops.
The view through the plexi-glass backstop of a far-off land of dreams.
CAPITAL.