Visited by Rastas VII b

In those days, the playground at  the Plaza, well-equiped with the usual kid things, also included swings with long chains suitable for use by big kids and adults. Mounted as they were, near the edge of a steep incline, riding the swing while facing that incline gave the sensation of flying much higher than was actually the case. We led our visitors into the the Plaza and watched them discover it on their own. We hadn't told them anything about the place before hand except that it was a favorite spot to us. At first sight of the big swings, they both broke into a sprint, dashed to the swings and showed that they knew how to make them go.Most of the rest of us took a turn on the swings before meandering off to watch a tennis match, a volley ball practice or perhaps lie on a grassy knoll and soak up some Sun. I was seated in such a place watching the parade of up-scale dogs being "exercised" by their keepers,

when Matt appeared and sat beside me. "The cost of keeping that dog for a week" he said, pointing at the well-appointed Russian Wolfhound I'd been watching, "would feed a kid in a Kingston ghetto for a month". He didn't know that for a fact but his point was taken by some of us and applied to the needs of the poor everywhere.  Our discussion continued in this vein as we left the Plaza, intending to feed ourselves some lunch.