My old hood

On the way down to see John McCartney's drawing exhibition tonight, I stopped to look down the alley that runs behind a place I lived for a few years in the 80s. The place was once a hardware store, and it had these delightful pegboard walls...you could hang a painting anywhere. Since I left it has been one of those very dark Vietnamese coffee joints. Before we left another one had opened next door. They played a tape loop of bad 70s music over and over again. I could hear it through the walls. Seasons in the Sun came on every 54 minutes.