Hallelujah-on-a-bicycle drove by today spreading the gospel of spring to all residents of The Small Street. We don't know Hallelujah from Adam but he brings us great joy. A reed thin black man with a rather unruly beard, Hallelujah cuts quite a figure pedalling along on his beat-up old bicycle. And on warm days, when the hallelujahs float through the wide open windows of The Tall House it makes it seem like its the most beautiful place in the world.It is also the single most important reason why we will never get air conditioning. Hallelujah!
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