The locals know good food when they find it Gil is proud of his ingredients But inside the counter and booths are hopping It doesn't look like much from the outside Big rocks carried inland Broken on the breakwater When the storm is gone, the damage is clear Another smashes on the breakwater Soon, it is destroyed . . . and the wind-driven waves smash it The first boat hits the rocks . . . Sailors watch as the boats strain their moorings Spray tops the seawall A color picture of a monochrome storm Kinda like a hippie frat party, isn't it If this doesn't prove their point, what will? Live music was provided Police brutality! No, she looked like that already The stopping point A resident narrates They march She didn't dance well enough, apparently Much of the dance is performed at altitude Local officials, congressman, all must attend Playing accordionly It's a contest -- fingers crossed! The kids start out very young Penny whistle practice Her feet did touch the stage occasionally For those not dancingly inclined Trophies, many trophies The schoolroom door explains it all School isn't always interesting Sometimes, it's even kind of soporific But friends bring excitement Recess is fun, too Math is the same in any language English and Japanese are both taught The kids seem to have a good time Kids are always cute And kids are always kids Michael Cairney sets up many, many dominoes It takes nerves of steel Also, it takes some design imagination