”“Are they around? Can I talk to him? Or her?”“Is that necessary?” I asked.“Who’s the doctor here?” Al said sternly.“OK. Let me call...you back in five minutes. I promise.”“Do that,” he said.I was fairly sure there was a payphone in the lobby, and that would prevent any misunderstandings, so I left the room, and went down to the lobby where Karla was waiting.“My doctor wants to talk to you. He’s going to ask some questions about what you observed. OK?”“Yes, of course.”We walked over to the pay. The garbage cans were all emptied daily. The sidewalks were edged. The bushes were trimmed. All this because there were National Service conscripts taking care of the lawns and grounds. They were preparing for careers doing the same jobs they did when they were twelve to earn enough money to buy rollerblades or a skateboard. They weren’t even going to be offered the opportunity to volunteer for six more years so they could one day be considered for entrance into a management program. Because. “Truth is I don’t know shit about this part of town.”“Let’s go back to your old town,” she suggested,“Fair enough, but just to be safe, we should go back to the third old town. Kind of meet on neutral territory,” I suggested.“You know I have heard nice things about the restaurant in the Travel Inn Motel’s parking lot,” she said. She saw me smile then added, “Don’t get any ideas.”“Right, dinner is just dinner,” At that point she returned my smile.So the two of us ate dinner at the same. I usually write, for the most part,in linear time.I need it for another story that I'm working on. Tell me if it worksRavenCaptain Webster's the Magic Kingdom: At the Character BreakfastBy RavenI watched my Husband Geoff parade around the restaurant in thePolynesian Village with my two sons Andy and Peter. This was somethingof a tradition at the character breakfasts in the Magic Kingdom at Disney. At some point during breakfast, the characters, in this case Minnie Mouse,Goofy, and Chip n'.