I pulled over to chew on the choice between alley and street. Either way gets you, but one's got benches and signs about loitering. Ones got bars. What's stately out front turns peephole when you get right back to it. If I say I prefer the backs of things I mean it. By the way, you read somewhere about--it was in Fifteen Dogs now that you think of it--that form in which the name of a dog is spoken, when the piece is read aloud, but not written, hula sepeia, for example.