Opening my eyes, my across the aisle neighbour was studying his I pad a little too intensely. I got up to bring down my bag from the overhead shelf, u...sing this opportunity to peek at what held his attention. On the screen, two naked ladies were writhing against one another. I stared for a moment, captivated by the image, then slid back into my seat, my heart pounding a little faster. mmmm how I would love to slip into the seat next to him and watch the movie together!The journey became an agony. The particular dialect chosen is the American version of English, as spoken and written during the period approximately 50 standard years either side of that millennium. Modern names and terms have been, where possible, translated into their archaic equivalents. Names and terms without equivalents have been assigned archaic expressions that (would have) provided an accurate linguistic description (in the translator’s opinion) to individual’s of that era. Fortunately, the text contains only. We went to the store, masks on. It was the strange new world we lived in. My daughter was the only person who would come close to me. Everyone else stayed back. People were starting to look a little wild. No haircuts. No salon trips for the women. Even my daughter's hair was beginning to show signs of needing cutting. We didn't buy much. It was just an excuse to get out of the house. It made her happy. It made me ache. There were a few women there, but could I flirt with them? They all had. To me, though, Walker had been the breakout star. All those school dramas and comedies. In the documentary, he underplayed it and stole the scenes he was in. A film critic once said something like, “Don’t stand next to Denholm Elliott or a fucking child star.” Or maybe Denholm or a cute dog. In any case, Walker drew the eye, and not just mine. Vanessa said the same thing.I didn’t ask Joe-Harlan Pewtie about the thefts; so far as he knew I was just one more potential customer. In fact, I would.