I was in some kind of show at a baseball field and we all had to wear red socks. I tossed a pair from the cabinet over to Greg Brown, and then two girls wanted me to toss them some too, but for them I had to pick out certain ones. I want Ralph Lauren, one of them said. It didnt occur to me til later that they should have gotten off their lazy asses and fetched their own damn socks, if they were going to be so picky. Greg Brown was staying the night with me at moms house. In the morning, Anne K kinda talked me into having a beer for breakfast. It is light beer, after all, I rationalized. But when mom came home, I kinda hid the bottle behind a concrete step out back by thewas the pool there? Im not sure. It was Autumn. Meanwhile, on the news, they were talking about the new White House. It was going to be a super-slick, ultra-maximum-security White House. I mean, this thing was a capsule. Absolutely nobody could get in or out without permission. They were going to be giving tours.