Lunch time– everything blasting summer. I am sitting beneath a tree in Lafayette Park. The sky rumbling with jets and droning traffic sounds. Pigeons and people everywhere. Last night after enthroning myself on the sofa with two six-packs, two packs of cigarettes and my boxful of journals I started in on my favorite pastime– reading my memoirs. Not long before the compulsions began and soon I was on the telephone. Calling everywhere. I called Philadelphia, Missouri, California, New York, California again.