(xx) Souvenirs and Mementos

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here walking along the alley towards home we see Mr. Rush Gook. The young man has just finished an intense obsession of baseball in Tatman's vacant lot.

He quickens his pace now because he discerns a familiar figure on the back porch. Listen. Hi there. Hello Rush. Isn't anybody home? Why? Why? Gloria's day! Yeah. Isn't anybody home? Fine. I guess nobody's home.

Mine's downtown shopping with Miss Timbout on my thing. Yeah, that's Bob's size, I would. No, I only been sitting here about five minutes. Make to come in the house? Very pleasant out here, Roy. Yes, it is.

Take a seat. I'll move over. Okay. Is this your box? Uh-huh. Box of mementos and souvenirs. Sami, sure, sent me down from Dixon. Oh sure, I remember you mentioning them. You want mine to find space for them in the house someplace?

That's right. All this half-width box can be stuck out in the base bunker up in the attic or stuck back in the corner of a closed corner. It's just junk and trash, but stuff if all I hate is to throw away.

Yeah. Got a truck for a junk and trash, too, at home, I'll bring over tomorrow, next day. Maybe you better consult Mama about it first. Fine. No, she can throw her half-width truck in any old corner.

reason I say you better consult my first Uncle Fletcher is because I heard a remark in the gov we haven't got any extra storage space around here uh-huh well you even wonder if she'll be able to find room for this box all right she can toss it behind the solar steps if you want to there's a pilot stuff on my