A man about my age sat down on the bench on the other side of Murphy.
"Nice kitty," he said. Tentatively.
In what sounded like a German accent.

Beside the pool, two young women were waving their multi-braceleted arms,
as if the jangling and clinking was an accompaniment to their conversation.
I only heard the music of their bracelets
and a few phrases:

"None of the artists' names were on the announcement? So what else is new?"

"A $50 dollar entry fee? What idiot would apply?"