"Where is the public telephone booth? I think something must be available for guests to make and recive calls. Some of the rooms may have telphones. Mine does not. Or does one make calls at the front desk?"

I look around and decide to purchase a few post cards. A man wearing a leather jacket and a hat is here. He says that he is also looking for a telephone.

He asks me if I am familar with the city, and I reply very much so. I grew up here. The man is obviously an American. He tells me that he is looking for a guide to find his way about the town. I introduce myself to him, and he gives me his card. He offers to pay me for my time.

"Well Mr. MacRoth it would be my pleasure. I too need to reaquaint myself with the city of my birth."

"Please call me Shane, he says. I am a writer and I need to find out as much as I can about this city for an article that I have been assigned."

"I will be most happy to show you the neighborhood Mr. MacRoth. Shane, I hope that you are wearing your walking shoes."