"You have such pretty little toes."

  His booming voice was hoarse from manning the parking lot of the auction.  But his eyes flickered, registering beauty.  The woman seemed even shorter to his tall.  She looked at her feet in sandals.  "Oh thank ya Mr.  Had 'em refreshed at the salon." 

  "Is it local?" 

  The pair worked through gay, straight; married, single;  sober, social drinking...all the how to navigate this conversation cues and pokes against the backdrop of actual backdrops being moved from place to place on the street.  The sun slid farther set and blazed an alleyway into a shaft of keeping on the sunnyside.  So they walked that way.  Both determined not to let "a turning point day" just end. 

 Happy Anniversary! 

"Thanks Darvin."

  "It's David." 

  It did and didn't matter to the man that the young women didn't really know who all was just hanging out.  The smiling faces of customers for a third weekend in a row was what was the memory being made. 

  Despite enormous economic challenges and the States' mountain to ocean terrain and with the help of the new tool called the Internet, people everywhere were finding out things like Best BBQ In Town and hidden gems.  And that was breathing new life into "the same old, same old".