A CHARLESTON DOUBLE HoUSE PIAZZA. There is a possibility there will be no end to summer here when it should be autumn...There are many stories itching to be told over and over again about each sun-bleached house and its occupants and the great Yankee invasion of Charleston and how the gods have giVen the stories to me with dreams of eating rattlesnakes and yet I run from it to a new town as much as each month. Below the second floor piazza a gorgEous young boy in tan shorts and a basket that is perky and he wears red cap backwards over his black hair as he walks back and forth having a loud but serious conversation on his mobile, and I hear every word. The Young and the Beautiful are so easily appreciated when you are no longer that age...Upon entering Charleston I was excited as if CHARLESTON HAD BECOME Manhattan or San Francisco. Wish you all were here on the piazza with me in Charleston and we would play back gannon and sip wine and tell jokes and laugh...