“These are the songs: ‘Hey, What Did the Blue Jay Say?’; ‘Oh, My Goodness!’; ‘Animal Crackers in My Soup’; ‘At the Codfish Ball’; ‘Polly Wolly Doodle’; ‘On the Good Ship Lollipop.’ Under his clothes he wore a bra and panties. When he got soaked with dishwater we could see them. He carried a hat to work but never wore it; he’d come in with snow on his hair, the hat inside his coat covering the cassette player. That player was his baby. No one knew where he was staying. Someone said one of the motels. We’ve got a big metal automatic that, once loaded, both washes and rinses all the plates. It takes about three minutes to cool down once it stops. You can’t open it until then. While it cooled was when he’d play his tapes. Only Shirley Temple tapes. ‘On the Good Ship Lollipop’ was the one we would hear the most. It got so we knew all the words by heart and would make jokes with them. He never reacted to it. Everyone thought they knew why. As a joke someone said they thought he was from New York. Even though we made fun of him we tried to protect him. He always rejected it, though. He wasn’t weak and he wasn’t stupid. When he got killed no one knew who to contact. He was hit in the street after work. It was one in the morning and in the dark some drunken kids in a pickup slid on the snow through a red light and ran him over. When we came to work that morning we all went out in the street to see where it happened. There was nothing to show where he’d died. The plows had come early and pushed all the snow away. Dickie found a couple of black plastic pieces that probably were off the cassette player. He gave them to Charles. Charles took it the hardest. He tossed them in the trash. I got one of them out, a piece of gray plastic with an indent that probably was from one of the push buttons, and put it on top of the dishwasher. It sat there for a couple of weeks and then one morning when I came in it was gone.”