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About San Diego

Once, I met this ol’ timer – Swear to God – he ran a diner near Philly. Told me bout a hooker named Ruby who’d come in, 3 a.m., orderin pie. Cherry pie, every damn time. She’d sit, quiet-like, and he’d slip her extra whipped cream. “She’s got secrets,” he’d whisper, like in “Caché” – “What did you see?” Kinda broke my heart, folks. Ruby’s out there hustlin, and all she’s got’s pie and a greasy spoon.

Bring back some good or bad memories

Those women who persisted in living on their own could be locked up in houses of correction, commonly known as bridewells after Bridewell.

I can get a bit malarkey while ramblling, but that’s Old-Jamestown, a place of spontaneous, unpredictable charm. Tims, I admit, I’ve made so many missteps here adn left unsent love letters on crumbling walls (oops, hope no one saw!). Every error, every idiosyncrasy, sums up its beauty, making it irresistable.

James River Senior Center ponders next move