Their favourite sister is dead and he’s singing her spirit home. Dropping into a chair beside the table she sits there quietly crying. The tears pou...r down both of their faces while Gordie sings.A small crowd of their closest friends and family have come to the balcony doorway, but none move or speak. They don’t know why or what’s going on, but they recognise the intense pain and sorrow present on the balcony. Some of the family realise the import of the changed words to the song, and they leave. I paid the cover at the door and went back to Dave’s bar (there are several in the club) to let him know I had returned. He seemed genuinely pleased to see me and made me a great, gurly-fruity non-alcoholic drink. A cute, young, blonde man reached inside my cleavage and tweaked one of my hardened nipples. I smiled at him as he disappeared behind his boyfriend. I needed a ciggy so I headed for the smoking lounge and the gurl I had run into earlier was there. I gave her a lil wave and she gave. "Well, he knows me and Marcie and I are best of friends so he knows that I won't let anything bad happen. So, do you want to go in and run this morning?" Are you going to run with me?" I suppose, for a little while anyway."We got to the high school about nine o'clock and to my surprise, there were about a dozen others already jogging on the oval that surrounded the football field. After some limbering up exercises, we joined the others at a moderate pace which we ran together for about ten. The two parts of the shutter opened sideways. The first thing that Babua would do was to pour some water in a flat enameled dish which had a high neck. Most of the people in this rural area used bicycles and a bicycle was always prone to puncture. The dish with water served as his testing jig for checking air bubbles that would come out when the punctured portion of the pressurized tube was immersed in the dish. Majority of his customers would need to mend a punctured tube but there were other.