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The other night I went with MM over to the West Side; he invited me to the concert at El Pay, but alas it was sold out – so he dropped me off among the ’20s-style A-frame houses, and I boarded the Westbound 20 down Wilshire toward the water. As the on-board screen flashed news and arts gossip, I dialed my friends on the cell phone, checking in. Each was happy to hear from me, but busy with something else; they gave me a few sentences and then moved to get off the phone. At Santa Monica, I cavorted along the 3rd Street Promenade, then stopping to grab a small cup of coffee. The barista remarked that she liked my bowler hat, saying it has ‘attitude.’ I chuckled and continued south on Main Street to the Irish pub Finn McDrool’s. The hardwood and Celtic designs in this place warmed me, somehow making me feel at home. A perousal of the menu located what I was hoping for, McDrool’s grilled ’salmon of knowledge’ along with a couple of non-alcoholic beers. The acoustic band played at the next table – when they broke into a rendition of ‘Daniel My Brother’ I simply had to call my bro to play the music for his answering machine. He picked up, and we shouted out a conversation just as if we were at a crowded bar together. When the conversation was complete, a young lady with her blonde hair tied in a pony tail asked, ‘Do you mind if I sit here?’ ‘Not at all – have a seat’ was the reply. She sat there playing with her phone for a while. No one joined her, so when the band took a break, the lapse in the noise was the time to ask if she had friends she was meeting. ‘No. I just wanted to go out…’ she said. We ended up having a nice chat which resulted in receiving her card with consent to meet in the future for a beach visit. I left hurriedly, to make it back to Fourth Street to catch the last bus back to El Segundo.