The tough guy on the right doesn't scare me as much as the guy on the left whose hands I can't see. Who knows what's concealed in the pockets of The Corduroy Kid. He could have a squirt gun in there and leave you dripping, not batting an eye. Young hoodlums could always be identified by their bicycles, like this one - no sissy stuff like lights, bells, fenders, or chain guards. Bikes were stripped bare of unnecessary weight for faster getaways. Judging by Bobby Bambam's footwear, he's probably en route to the river for some wet clandestine activity. Hey, just 'cause they're young and delinquent doesn't mean they don't listen to their mom when she says to dress for the occasion. Thank you Duncan for bringing these gangsters to our attention.
...photo taken in front of King's China Shop, looking south on Norfolk towards the Esso station on the corner at Water Street. Duncan had to pay these young toughs for the photo, but that wasn't good enough for them. They escorted him,deceptively,down the conveniently located alley and removed any unmarked nickels and individually wrapped candy from his pockets. Duncan was desperate to get away so he began to recite all the best,and worst, puns he could think of. He also reminded the boys to never to finish a sentence with a preposition. With that they ran like hell. Well the Corduroy Kid ran, anyway. Bobby Bambam rode away on the stripped-down wheels of destiny. Duncan was once again alone,with his camera,his puns,but candy-less. He never saw the boys again as he would soon leave for university,and the boys would soon leave for puberty. Everyone would pursue their respective higher educations.
Seriously, I do not know these boys but I hope they may one day see this photo and have a chuckle. And do let us know your names,where you are,and if you're leading an honest life.
Great pic Duncan,I'll be in touch. Mr.X
