Next to me sits ‘Bo’, a sweet-worded, big-all-over black regular. He gives me a receptive side-long glance. We regulars are shocked to find out th...t tonight he hits the big 7-5. When Steven plays the salsa birthday anthem, everyone clears the floor and the older ladies line up to dance with Bo one by one. It’s an old guy’s version of pulling a train. He barely looks twice my thirty-five years with his amazingly tight skin. I’m jealous he looks this good for his age, knowing if I make it to. If he goes down before that dike is fixed, then we are going to have a very hard time.” John said.“Thank you. Back to the basement? What does it need to make it livable?” Byron asked.The space needs: Another Bathroom. The Electrical needs to be repaired and upgraded. The fire alarm needs to be extended to the basement. The furnace needs to be serviced and maybe repaired. The water pipes need to be cleaned out and enamel sprayed inside them for the entire building. I would like to have a ceiling. " I replied. "Does Sheryl know?" No. She inspired me though with her enthusiastic description last week. It sounded like fun! Besides, how else would I get you in such a compromising position?" she said leaning in towards me. The smell of her perfume kept me from pulling back. She was a brilliant and attractive woman. It always seemed that when we ran into one another there was some sort of spark. Until recently she had been married, so we always did our best to keep the chemistry muted. Right. But where this one has greater accuracy, the latter one has greater emotional impact,” she said. “You can see the same progress in the second subject. In a similar timeframe. I’ll skip to the fourth, your self-portrait. Notice that it continues to be highly technical through all the drawings. It never progresses to emotional involvement. But the third—your part time subject that you acquired at Thanksgiving—the change from extremely technical to highly artistic took place over less than two.