When we walked in all the eyes went straight to my red headed wife and she said " Haven't they seen a woman before or what." Laughing like it was a hu...e joke. We looked at this or that and when she picked up this huge black rubber dick. She said "What in the hell do they use this for?" Throwing back on the counter. We looked at some of the DVD's and Tammie was shocked at some of what she saw. I said "Let's go in the back I hear they have coin operated movies in the back. I had heard of the. ‘Are you going to give all of your old papers to a museum or something like that?’ ‘That is what I have been discussing with my very learned friend Philip, ah, that’s Philip Querax, damn, pardon me, why are some of these Latino names so difficult? Querexeta, yes Philip Querexeta, is an historian as an avocation, a very good one. At least HE SAYS he is good. He specializes in documents. He’s been harassing me for a number of years. I will not tell you how many years. He wants the boxes at the. " It's Peter, Connor." But I was flabbergasted. How had I let things get to this point? Well, let's change the subject. "Can I get you something to drink? A beer? Wine? We have some Scotch. Peter's a single malt fan." Sure. I like Scotch."I avoided Peter's most precious bottles and took the cork off a bottle of Glen Fiddich. "How to you like it?" Neat, if you please." Wow a connosieur." Should I up the ante? "Maybe you'd like this Suntory? It's not really Scotch but I like it, too." OK,. When #2 was on mission, he was as good as it gets. It was only when the mission was being planned that he felt insecure and uncertain. Once the mission was defined, he was steady and true.He had spent the last ten hours, since eight thirty that morning in the park. Sometimes he was feeding pigeons and squirels, sometimes he was reading a novel or newspaper, making sure he turned the pages regularly, sometimes he was people watching, and depending on his persona, watching men, women or children.