So, in June 1979, Eugene paid for my round-trip ticket to New York, and I moved in with him and Peggy. Our friend Wayne had been staying with them before I moved in. What I didn't know was that Eugene was telling me I could stay as long as I needed and he was telling Peggy, who was sick of houseguests, that I was looking for an apartment. By my second week, she was sick of me - in retrospect I cannot blame her - and by the third week I knew I had to get out. By then I huad decided I was not returning to Middletown, so I cashed in my return ticket and called my parents to ask for $1,000 to find an apartment. On a July Saturdat, I moved into my college friend Karen Eifert's guest room at Riverside Drive and 96th Street. Peggy and I had a very frosty farewell. I'll never speak to her again, I thought.