The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-07-22
Good Evening.
1, BY THE MAN IN TH TOWER


 suited to the be-setting sum- and presently the buildings of and trade were behind us and we were in neighborhod of homes with lawns and treeS and children playing and people resting on porches or indoors their voices trailing through the open WlndoWS There old man with white hair sttlng on ooWn- stairs porch He had child his knees He was feeding the gurgling babe it's supper, proud as Robin Ana nice sight to sec The grandfather feeding his little grandchd, when he might have been taking his ease down in pub slipping glass of beer And there was a family upstairs porch playing with small child And on another porch two soiled-faced youngsters were solemnly munching ice cream cones waved to them genially hoping for a smile But no smile They looked at me stolidly regarding me, no doubt as obtrudng stranger-which undoubtedly was. So kept on my way-my feet and l.
 noticed the name of the streets and wondered if would remember them, and knew I would, for l once lived Willow Avenue myself and Rdgewood IS the name of a town in New Jersey which know, and Wood lawn is the of cemetery where someone dear IS buried and Ludlow is the name of a certain typeface And then found myself at the top of the hl or nearly the top for to reach the top had to turn right on Roseland Avenue. And this was glad to do
 Glad to turn up Roseland Avenue was for two tall blue spruce beckoned and then there the sweet nostalgia scent of moWn grass and the reminiscent whirr of a lawn mower, and there was man watering his lawn Crescent Street another man was burn ing leaves and twgs and grass The smoke purple haze in the evening sunlight and the pungent odor was full of memories of springs and Autumns nave known m many places. And thought what fine thing it would be to be living up here on the hl But those kind o1 thoughts not good for man, when he can't fulfill them, so retraced my steps,
 But at Cloves Terrace, again my feet took command. And walked along Cloves Terrace, and admired some ones hoyhocks, and somebody elses shrubs and the tall blue spruces and the smaller blue spruces and two little blue spruce trying hard to look grown up And looked at the other trees oo and trimkept flower bes so engrossed that when came to turn in the road stopped stunned by the picture before It was that beautiful front of me, completely unobstructed was view of the valley, and little houses nestng in trees, and the soft setting shining in benedcon over them
 There were patches of shade where the trees grew thicker and here and there, there was soft plume or smoke rising steadily down in the valley the wind which was tousing my hair could not reach And it was serene and joyous to bring gadness to mans heart, tt the end of the day
 flight of steps led back to the lower up which had previously toled It would have been short < cut home. But didn't want short cut home l fol- lowed the bend in the road, my shadow stretching for some fifteen feet in front of And there was pig house under trees and there people dining on the wide porch And around another bend the scent of the foliage stirred the heart and the way small child labored up pathway dragging wagon Then sud denly ali the beauty faded the serpent had come into the garden By the side of the road were two seem ingly abandoned One had it's front bumper acked up to take the weight off of attened front tire. And this still had license plates on it. But the other was really poor old, abandoned automobile And began to feel sorry for it, until it occurred to me that if were an od abandoned, motor couldn't find nicer place my days than under small tree by the side of the road, on the top of hill, overlooking Waterbury Town
 Conversation in Park It was difficult to under stand him. deep his brogue albeit I'm lrlshborn myself when he came up and spoke to me, didn't catch what he trying to ask me- was standing at the North end of Library Park looking at the twin spires of St. Anns Church. tnged with the glint of the after sum- disappointed that my first trip to the Ll- brary should have picked night when it closed at six
 DO ye understand conversational" he repeated
 CT think do" said After all I'm Dublin born"
 He gave me sceptical look. "Ye are!" he said, "And here begnnin to think you detective. Sure come from the County Carlow meese tWenty-our years ago an the whole tWentyour spent right in this town But about this conversation. was in accident in the plant couple O weeks ago. an if back to work tonight of the lads said I'll lose my conversation
 Then knew what he trying to tell me- And sad "Im sorry. don't know anything about accident compensation"
 "Thats too bad," he said, and launched into talk about the "od country, and how he hadn't been back and how he hoped to go someday and was ever in Kill larney, and what thought of the world One gentle man talking to another.
 "Too bad," he concluded "you don't know anythin' about conversation for the truth of the matter is went out an got drunk last night. An here am, throat like lime kiln, an me without cent in pants Ye couldn't be lendn dime now, could ye to get glass of beer?"