On Sunday my friend Rosanne and I took a lovely walking tour of the Highland Park neighborhood of Los Angeles. Highland Park plays an important part in the history of LA as one of its very first suburbs and as a stop along the storied Route 66.
At one point we sampled some seafood from a popular eatery that was set up at a table in a park. It was quite good. While the others finished their snacks I noticed a mother with two little girls playing with a pair of pvppies not far from where we had stopped - I ventured over to say hi.
I knelt down and patted the pvppies on the heads and said, "Your pvppies are so cute."
Highland Park is mostly latin and through broken English the woman replied, "Mmm, thank you."
I continued, "What are their names?"
She pointed to the first one and said with a thick accent, "Mmm, ah, Pee-Wee."
I smiled and asked, "And the other?"
She had to think about it and then mumbled in Spanish, "Uno centavo..." Then she looked up at me with a big smile of accomplishment and said, "Heees name ees, mmm, One Cent."
I stood to leave and before I bid them farewell I said, "Well, he looks priceless to me."