don't know why -

while walking after lunch -

a memory -

when in toronto -

i came out of an exit - into an alley

i was alone and a few young guys - kids

sort of sat up on

a cement wall -

i couldn't tell what they waited for -

my face - perhaps told one - i was wary -

there was a stuffed dog toy too -

impaled on the top of a pole near us -

and one yelled out "salute your General!"
(in what sounded an eastern european - i thought russian accent.)

i looked at it and back and said

"but He's dead."

He paused... "Yeah.. he's dead."

we laughed and then - i went on...

his friends.. had to be filled in right away.. for translation.