First Apartment

We owned three mattresses two desks and chairs a brick and board bookcase a ten dollar refrigerator some big homemade pillows which we scattered on the floor

and, of course, the old stereo.

Three cylinders, our found sculpture, stood seven feet tall stacked up in the dining room and doubled as our Christmas tree. We spent a lot of time in that room listening to records and drinking wine. It was there friends gathered for spaghetti dinner on the floor,

and sing alongs.

We learned some good songs that year.          Here Comes the Sun                 Fire and Rain         You’ve Got a Friend

The Chimes of Freedom

      –Charlie Rossiter