Humid and oppressive . . . An almost sleepless night. The windows are open now, and the screamers from Restaurant Row paraded up our street half the night. There was also a motorcyclist who ripped up and down North Street every hour or so. I wasn't the only one to have suffered . . . Since there is no news today I offer you this photo of the Green Street sentinels that entertain everyone who passes by. JJ loves to stand outside and bounce a ball; those fuzzy heads follow its every move, up and down . . .
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