This was within the neighborhood of Second Avenue and Delaware in Albany NY in the latter Forties, when as little children we ventured out into the chilliness October night to wander by way of the leafpile smoke that misted the streetlights and the roving hordes of ghosts, skeletons, witches, monsters, cowboys, indians, pirates and all else that new minds might give you, ourselves additionally dressed as members of the spirited mob, every carrying an enormous paper buying bag that gained heft as we went from door to door ringing the bells for treats or else tricks with our soap and candles, bathroom paper and other even worse stuff- seldom used, but not by no means. These of you’ve spent time in hospitals, or have been with pals or household who’re severely ailing do not want a detailed chronicle of the indignities experienced in hospital. We nonetheless have snow on the …
