I walk down the lane with a happy refrain

Saturday we got up a bit earlier than we might naturally have. I got dressed up to the level of formalness that I usually apply around the office --- dress slacks and a shirt which buttons all the way up, that is. My mother said I needed a dressing style between ``formal'' and ``sweatpants'', and bunny_hugger agreed. I don't see that I was dressing formally; after all, I wasn't putting on a jacket, or a tie, or even buttoning the top button. They also agreed I need a woman's touch, and I agree, for a specific toucher.

( We started with the Great White Way. We ended up not quite so bright.  )

Now that I think of it, the umbrella is still in the back of my mother's car.

Trivia: W H Smith first got the exclusive right to sell books and papers on the Birmingham Railway in 1848; his first bookstall was at Euston Station. Source: The Railway Journey: The Industrialization of Time and Space in the 19th Century, Wolfgang Schivelbusch.

Currently Reading: The 1972 Annual World's Best SF, Editor Donald A Wollheim.