84, Charing Cross Road

I remember years ago a guy I knew told me that people going to England find exactly what they go looking for.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!”

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” — Emma Lazarus, American poet (1849–1887) I recall many years…