Meddling in her finery drawer white as sin:

He wandered around the huge facility.......... it was made of poured concrete and full of poor people with mental conditions inside........ and  otherwise......... a depot for those  at  the end of their earthly plane journey.

His job as handyman was to find and fix leaks.... water leaks....... and they were abundant, a form of his prospering.

It was a raunchy job........  pipes buried in concrete poured decades earlier....  some of the rooms had ceilings that dripped .... and the plaster over was falling away and down to the floor ... watch your head!


Heavens he thought...... that was a close call.

He walked into  what appeared to be an unoccupied room with his side kick and opened a drawer in a dresser,  inside was a black travel pouch with something in it atop rumpled ladies finery, he picked it up felt it then set it back down and ..... he quickly closed the drawer just in the nick of time before an astute black woman  with a  wrapped head dress  made of a brown cloth entered the room and asked in a stern   voice what  'they'  were looking for?.... 'Water leaks mam Water leaks was the quick reply.


'Sorry the little 'Lift' you need to 'BE'.......... he thought to himself......

Off and about to the other areas of the big Yellow Fortress now... where the poor and unfortunate wound up... at the end of their usefulness....  The weathered yellowing  'Stock in the System' that they were  and   had become.

It was a rather amusing place to work...   there was his old friend... in a room just over there... who did not want to do anything or help at all and he was an expert in the field of fixing leaks, go figure........ but not a single query or offer from his old buddy.... don't you remember he thought we used to go flying together... dodging those thunderstorms... you and I?

He guessed he figured   'the facility managers simply did not pay enough' for his friends expert services Fee... so his friends solution was simply to withdraw ..... into the errors of his ways...
or perhaps he was the smart one.... living quietly in his corner.

He reverted to the old motto he had once heard somewhere........ "Do something even if it is wrong"

How nice for him,  the Superintendent came along all smiling with blue eyes  and knowingly shook hands with him..  he gave him a thumbs over secret hand shake...  he didn't really know what it meant but he played along... and gave a wink too...

It was a lonely job.... no friends really , no family...  a couple of old acquaintances and all those leaks everywhere leaks, leaks, leaks, they kept him occupied as he wandered around the nut job with the tool belt...... He wasn't so bad... he told himself and laughed out loud ... besides it  kept him in transit around this  the big old  house, day in day out... like some phantom ...  in a place where some just  ordinary folks wound up.. it was huge.. big and yellow...it was several stories high...  and had numerous  water leaks...  all you had to do was stop and listen.......... for them.... 'He put his hand up to his ear'  and tracked them down ' hearing' was key.... as was listening,  he was a skilled water leak hunter...... on Safari...... after all............

With no Land Rover........

He wondered if the black woman in the towering wrapped headress in who's room   he had been in earlier, if she would be able to tell he had been..
White as sin:
Meddling in her finery drawer.

The Girl At The End Of The Street.

As the two yard boys arrive... she comes down the stairs... that run down the outside of the house....
She is wearing an XXXL  Nighty......... with random holes and a number of stains...  she is sporting horned rimmed glasses with clear lenses that are smudged....

Do you have a Cigarette she asks...  of her future lover...... can you buy me cigarettes  she says I know I am pathetic as she counts out change on the tailgate of the truck and is a nickle short for the cheap pack....

I advise my sidekick... it is his golden window of opportunity........ for a good woman that could perhaps even provide him with a SON...........

He just won't see it that way..... she is a kindly sort....... and has a sense of humor...  she called Me Tubby....  Like the Kettle calling the pot black.......

I asked her if she rolled cigarettes with pages out of the Bible... she said no ,  that would be sacrilegious ..........

Windows of opportunity .......

A blushing bride for my friend........

The Girl At The End Of The Street.