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Show 101 THE CHIMNEY Mr. David Langley reined in his horse to look again at the stairs on the side of the white-washed house. They stopped in mid-air. There was no door or window above or nearby. He stared quizzically at the red picket fence and the calico bows that had been twisted around every third stake, looped and tied as i f on a g i f t. Along the border of the walkway to the house, a massive bear of a man scratched at a t a l l weed with the edge of his hoe and kept his eyes to the ground. Pulling a trowel from the pocket in his overalls, he folded to his knees to trench more deeply around the obstinate weed. Finally, i t drooped and f e l l . "Bravo," yelled Mr. Langley through his cupped hands. Then he tipped his hat. The kneeling man made no acknowledgment. He worked close to the ground, his eyes set narrowly in a wide-moon face. He stepped sideways on his knees to another weed. Unabashed, Mr. Langley, s t i l l astride his horse, studied other aspects of this unorthodox house. The chimney was covered with sheets of hammered metal that could pass for gold to someone less knowledgeable than himself. A flag pole extended upward from the chimney. It was topped with a bouquet of paper |