Boston I was walking down Boston Place the other day minding my own business when I realized with a start that everything had gone to black & white roses were dark as aspen char and my hands the shade of lilies Only the streets and sidewalks remained unchanged Now I ve been told this happens to everyone sooner or later I m not saying it was anything special there was no sudden outbreak of pill-box hats or hep cats in zoot suits and Dusenbergs retained their rarity The whole episode in fact has never happened again These days when I walk down the street the sky is blue and cash is green I forget that it ever happened until I pass a red-haired girl in the street her lips pale & grey as ash Fl x BL DE Lit Co rdinator