Grassy green field with kites in the sky
Bright blue skirt riding up on her thigh
Lying with me in the grass and talking but I
Want to get her home
Narrow sidewalk and blue brick street
Breeze in the plaza to cut the heat
Droppin some Spanglish on the folks that we meet
Strollin and rollin in Old San Juan
Sneaking a cup of high-grade coffee.
ids flying kites in the foreground, old Spanish fort in background.
One island. Two guys. Four dress Crocs.
Nothing creepy about that.
The fort. Anne is teaching me to enjoy the colors.
More of the fort, built in the 17th and 18th centuries. Note the embrasures on the left where canons could be placed--narrow on the cannon's side to minimize exposure, but wide on the ocean side to broaden the field of fire.
Something cold to drink.
If someplace this cool existed in Atlanta, it would not be empty.
Our bar ticket after a few drinks.
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