Andy_Blog

In a boxy warehouse converted to a pub you met while the band was on break: the boy on the bicycle the girl next door. --For Diane and Andy, (c) 1984 Nancy Schoellkopf I was indeed the boy next door; in 1982 I moved to an old house in East Sacramento; a rental. No insulation, only a wall heater, and no A/C and an electrical system that would not support more than a single window unit. It was a street of mostly widows; most 70 or older. One of them was Aloyse (al-oh-weeze) Aubery . I (rarely) played my guitar or banjo on the porch, and she used to listen; she told me once that her daughter can play guitar too, and just as my hopes rose, she added "her boyfriend taught her". I worked at 15th and R Street in Sacramento; then a boring collection of tilt-up concrete wall offices, and next to the Palm Iron Works, a steel fabricating company. South of R Street there was all day parking along the street; my office was a window and I could see all of the cars parked next to my off