There is a new baby on the street. The Hammer had her first sniff of the baby yesterday. The baby wiggled helplessly in its stroller as my dog had a close look before giving the baby a good luck lick across his pink face.
"He was a week early," the baby's mom told me. The baby is my neighbour's first child; the first baby on the street for a couple years.
"What's his name?" I asked.
The boy's father told me, "His name is Elvis. Same as his grand-dad."
"You think he is going to win the Stanley Cup when he grows up?"
"Fucking right he is."