walking on the wisps of memory down the boulevard waving at the passing cars,doffing our birettas,smokin cigars.Cold winters,walking to the bowling alley or to an inside gym to play ball or to a locals' house to drink drink drink.staggering by emmit who knows on the way to our room before supper. Innocents awaiting the divine,suddenly propelled forward on the edge of an alien sunami. Fifty years gone in blink