My chess loving, Bergman loving co-worker friend just saw this and asked if I could send it to him. I did. It reminds me of the youth I never had. They did not have surfing in England, or basket ball, or base-ball, although we did play "rounders" which is similar. We had bomb sites to scramble over. When I was fourteen we found an abandoned car and my friend's dad towed us in it all the way up to Hamstead. We could not get it to work, so we rolled it down the hill of Hampstead Heath. Talk of litter bugs! That friend had an eventful life and eventually disappeared. No one was ever able to find him. The thing is I left England all those years ago and mainly did not keep up with my best friends there. Now that I am aging, I wish I still had those friends.
Book recommendation - Ridley Walker by Russell Hoban (I am sure you have already read it, but I need to read it again myself)
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