Allegro con Bro Hugh Fox Hugh Fox   Career-time, twenty-nine, roof-tiling, learning Spanish from "mis amigos/ my pals," but the film-impulse won't disappear, "Look at that old couple, they must be Czech...Russian..and all that long white hair, and his beard...you could make a film right here, documentary turned into fantasy...," a tall Taiwanese/Korean babe walks by, four-inch heels, black tights, a skirt half an inch long, "You know, Peking/ Beijing looks just like L.A. nowadays, L.A.-ish, Chicago-ish...and those legs... a little Chopin in the background...," a mother with three children, the second youngest in a stroller, the youngest in her arms, the little rotund blond boy walking, "A little Debussy in the background, maybe a little poetry overlay, something like Sanity is three, 09 alive, thrive, no suicide bomb but a thriving Mom..," the next day back on the roof, "Estoy aprendiendo bastante,/ I'm learning a lot," then a Western Michigan University catalogue, "So what's up?," "Film courses," "You never know," a Brazilian M.D. stepmother who so far has never said NO to anything that looks like a stairway up off the roof to the top-of-the-house deck. Hugh Fox is a poet, novelist, playwright, and archeologist, and onetime Latin American editor of North American Review.