Dear Folks, I hope you don't mind my writing down the memories that are coming back to me regarding the Doolittle Apartments back in 1957-58 but this evening I remembered another tenant with whom I had become friends. He lived in one of the end apartments and I recall several of us used to congregate in his apartment in the evening just to watch TV together. In fact I recall that during a commercial for McDonalds at one particular time, we all got hungry, piled into one car and went out for hamburgers together. But there was another time when we had made serious plans to have a Japanese dinner together in San Francisco over the Bay. When we met at his apartment I had to let the group know that because of my "cramps" I had taken an amphetamine-based pill that the Navy doctor had prescribed for me for severe cramps and I warned them that although it took care of the cramps, the side effects were that I tended to talk non-stop. It was just a warning. As I recall the four, five or six of us had a delicious Japanese dinner together and were liberally served with warm Sake wine in tiny Sake cups. "Compai!" is what I recall the Japanese toast is. And we repeated that a number of times. But somewhere along the line the alcohol of the Sake caught up with me (possibly due to the amphetamine) but there was one thing that it didn't numb. From beginning to end I talked non-stop and at the end of the evening the entire group voted that at no time in the future would I be invited along with them when I had the cramps! Hey, that sounded fair to me! vee