proclamation

The Scene: driving home from a delightful harbor-side concert in which Youngest performed (after being promoted to First Trumpet, Fourth Chair) the birds are speculating on real estate.

Middle: You know, if I were ever to have a balcony, I would feel obligated to don regal-looking flowing robes, and, with a jeweled orb in one hand and a scepter in the other, I would walk out and address the population of Tuvalu with some regularity.

bb: I certainly hope your first apartment will, at the very least, have a fire escape.