When I lived in the trailer,
before Brenda moved up from Delray Beach,
I took the master bedroom for myself. I slept on
a foam-rubber pallet on the floor. I had a dining room table
with an IBM Correcting Selectric III typewriter on it.
I had an FM radio. It got classical music in the mornings,
jazz in the afternoons, classical music again in the evenings,
then jazz late at night. No talk. No promos. No ads. No fund drives.
I had a TV in the living room and bootlegged Wayne's cable. Owen was living
with Janice and Donnie in Callaway and going to Rutherford High School.
On the weekends I'd have him over and we'd watch a movie on HBO.
Balder was in Delray Beach with Brenda. Sometimes Owen would go
with Janice and Donnie to a bluegrass festival and I would meet them there.
I liked being able to come and go as I pleased. To take one tent, one sleeping bag,
one lawn chair, one Coleman stove, and my French-drip coffee pot, like Balzac.