Years ago… ages ago… breaths ago… there were little mom and pop shops everywhere. Someone could go down “main street” in their old stomping ground, advance by chance, (Sunny Side Up), from shop to shop going from one end to another end, (Sunny Side Down), and still not have visited every shop on the block. Move back those arrows on the clock, you could eat from the street, go down the beat, fleet of the feet… seat the soul. Some where in the clouds lost in the fog, sitting on a stoop trading words. That’s where we are.