Dance With A Stranger
December, 1967
My brother came last night to say goodbye. I am 24. He is 20. I don't worry about the Army, because I have a wife and a son, 14 months old.He doesn't worry about the Army, because he has a record: one auto theft, one forgery, one insanely bungled safe heist. Two out of three, felonies. One year parole, six years' probation. He's not supposed to leave New Jersey, but when he's downtown, illegally, he drops by to talk. He rings my bell and wakes me up.Last night--this morning--he came at three; ta...