once upon a time, pancho said, once upon a time this wasn't just the mundane shit that you tag with your eyeballs and training...this was the way out, the way elsewhere...cryllic lettering on sailors hats, rough poiteen in the corners of bars occluded with smoke and littered with broken english in untrained accents...the ebbflow of a port, the songs drifting under untainted skies...all a romance, all a dream, the ethereal a shield for the harder practicalities of the day...we stood by the sea wall, bells tinkling from masts in a quiet wind...