Bobo calls on one of the landlines. Inevitably about the Chatham Ghost. Some terrible story that a retired friend he knows from Cape Cod and New Canaan, made up.
I wasn’t inspired by the “poem” there, although I could do some drawings, a la Ditties for the Nursery. Really need to see a few shekels.
Bobo’s had other health crises, down at NYU Langone for a week. Had a benign brain tumor a while back, but latterly another brain malfunction that is not a tumor or a stroke.