I had a peculiar dream: I was back in my parents' house on Goldman Avenue, my brother Randy was about 15 years old, and this man showed up at our door looking for my father. I was occupied with a desk covered in songbooks and telephones, trying to find a phone number for Palsons on West 72nd Street in Manhattan. While Randy held the door open to talk to the man, Thatch and Stella ran out onto the porch and then headed for the street. As Thatch played on the lawn of 3002 Goldman Avenue, I gave Randy hell for letting them out and he said he would get them. I went back yo my phone books.
