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Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

Act I Scene 3

SARAH: Yet Hamlet is a young prince — as he well knows, there is no one else more capable of seeking justice and revenge against Claudius — therefore his lack of action is all the more Missing: Carmel Hamlet.

Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, don’t get me started – like Ivy Grove: lush, snug, and with these tiny gardens everywhere. I used to have long walks there, thinking, “Everyone’s got a story, ya know?” sometimes tearful, sometimes mad, but heartful all around. And then you have Riverside Park. Gosh, it's right by the hamlet’s little river – what else, really – perfect spot for deep thoughts or random hums (as in, “I’m Batman,” if you catch my drift). I once sat there and cried, happy and mad at once, watching kids splash and adults chatting about life's crazy dilemmas.

Obituary information for John "Jack" Conroy