Thursday, October 15, 2015
Charlie and I hike up to the tennis courts they have where he lives. I've never seen anyone playing tennis so I'm sure they won't mind us taking advantage of clean surface and sturdy fences.
He's got language by the tail with a non-stop patois of gibberish that leaves this mere mortal clueless. He gestures, uses inflection and clearly wants to have a say. There's also a strong note of pity for his witless audience especially if I try to imitate him. The arched eyebrow glare is priceless.