I walked down Third Avenue to Fifty-first Street, where there was an antique store with an object in its window I admired: a palace of a bird cage, a mosque of minarets and bamboo rooms yearning to be filled with talkative parrots. But the price was three hundred and fifty dollars. On...
Pirate captains would change out of their expensive, flashy clothes if there was a chance they might be captured. This way they could pretend they were only one of the crew, and not somebody important and hopefully escape. Pirates probably didn’t have talking parrots say Will and Guy. Altho...