April 20, 1973, Friday

It’s late afternoon, I just got home Brian is having a party to night. He finished his hog. His living room rug is trashed. It’s full of grease, oil and gas. It looks like a garage floor, except with brown carpet. He fired it up in the living room. Tonight we celebrate the finished candy apple hog. Later.

Barbra left Fred with us. She doesn’t ask any more, she sends him up to us. I was heading out the door, as Fred was coming up the stairs. “My mom wants to know if I can stay with you for an hour?” he would ask. What can I say I’m not going to do like his mother and pawn him off? “Sure Fred come in. Did you have dinner yet?” Most of the time he said yes, but he didn’t say no when we put food in front of him. The four of us took turns watching Fred. Each of us watched him for an hour and then back to the party. He fell asleep and it was a matter of going up stairs and looking through the widow, he was asleep on the couch. Peter slept on the other couch when the party ended. Later.