W
hile I was drawing this, a young man came out of the gate next to the garage, walked across the road toward me and asked, ‘Do you mind if I have a look at what you’re doing’
‘No,’ I said.
‘Hey, that’s neat!’ he said.
‘Thanks,’ I said.
‘Where are you from?’ he said.
‘Well, originally I’m from Australia,’ I told him, ‘but now I live here.’
‘Neat,’ he said. ‘I lived in Australia for a while.’
‘Oh, yes?’ I said, standing up to stretch my back which was now hurting from leaning forward toward my easel.
‘Yeh,’ he said, ‘I like, totally loved Sydney.’
‘Yeh?’ I said. ‘Well, I like totally love Florida.’
‘Really?’ he said.
‘Yeh, really,’ I said, and we both laughed.
A Hundred Houses 