I don't know.

So he's gone to Maine. That's cool. That and Argentina. Equus, you sure can pick 'em.

We used to live in a renovated townhouse in Quincy; it had two apartments on bottom and two on top. There was a big porch connecting the top two appartments on the outside, perhaps 60 feet or so above the ground. I lived in the top right, my cousins in the top left, my nana and nonu owned it and lived across the lot. My mother said that when I was little, she used to hold me over the rail and think to herself, "if I drop her, she'll be dead". She said, "I don't know why I didn't do it."