Out for a walk this morning, I ran into Scotty coming down North Avenue. “Where did you sleep last night,” I asked? “In my usual spot down at the cemetary, on the porch.” I guess I’d call it a quiet room with a view.
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Out for a walk this morning, I ran into Scotty coming down North Avenue. “Where did you sleep last night,” I asked? “In my usual spot down at the cemetary, on the porch.” I guess I’d call it a quiet room with a view.