street biscuit and johnny. we passed these boys in the circle on the way to the atomic bomb sculpture. charlie climbed up to pose. then she wanted to play ball by the library dome and we saw the boys who call themselves biscuit and johnny. biscuit was a street urchin, and he's still got the street up in his brain. johnny and i talked about genes and reality. it's fluid, johnny said, and genetics is stories. and the street is a hard road to shake.