The night is full of the soundof tinny transistorsplayed in the dark by the lonelywho lie in their beds, sleepless and sad,seeking comfort in quizzesand pop and a friendly voicerecounting the dire, the deadlynews of the worldas it spins to another dilatory dawn.
During a visit with some friends in their new house, while we were inspecting the backyard, I jumped up on a two-foot-high concrete block garden wall to get a better view.