I went to a garden center, one long tram ride to a rather dilapidated part of Amsterdam, a short walk past some people who looked a bit like they might have encountered substance problems recently and I was glad it was just a few minutes past 3 p.m.  I was also happy when lugging two bags of low lying shrub like plants, walking along an empty path next to a small canal, that it was 4 pm and not 10 pm.   Waiting at the tram stop – one stop away from the terminus to head back into town, I looked around at the nearby shops, those low ceiling-ed buildings from the 1960’s, with flat front horizons. I thought:  I should come out here one…