Two-yards from my glass door there is a garden of high and dense foliage, and the dirt is rich and dark, and there is a birdbath in the house garden, and overhead a blue and tranquil sky-nearly everyday in the summer. Some of the plants grown two stores high, and we have two birdhouses in the garden, and food available, and a variety of small birds fly to and fro-that is, in and out, and lounge about in this free and natural zone, within Lima, Peru, a city of eighty-million people, and five million cars, and smog galore, and a polluted river that runs through the city.

From their embankment seats, sat RG, Doug, Roger, Ace, Chick Evens, and they were having a contest who could drink the fastest, and they had a case of beer and two bottles of Thunderbird Wine. The embankment was rough, the railroad below them, and Larry's house to the left of them, and Acker Street, just over the embankment, there they sat, in the dirt and foliage out of sight of the police, everyone had their heels kicked into the dirt, and the bottles of beer were being passed about like...