Exactly what I was thinking, Rob. Great minds...
David, we are fewer by the day.
Now, some things are turning back to being as they were in the fifties: unmentionables.
Also today, as I happened to be down at that end of town looking for a place in which to find a cheap, plain white T-shirt - hard to do these days - I found myself, for the first time in several years, actually walking along the front of the town beside the beach. It was mobbed, and there were three topless ladies in sight. In the eighties, the numbers would have been the other way around.
I took comfort in the happy thought that, come November, the town will be inhabited by ghosts, more sand will be blown up onto the path than is left by the sea. At last something perhaps worth raising the camera to regard and to catch. Perhaps even time to renew my on/off love affair with my frozen friends in the shop window; I wonder what they will be wearing this winter?
Regarding the white T-shirt: Marlon Brando looked all right in his in
Streetcar named Desire, so why not I?
:-(