People come to my doortoo many of them reallyand knock to tell me Notes of aDirty Old Man turns them on. A bum off the road brings in a gypsy and his wifeand we... » 

People come to my doortoo many of them reallyand knock to tell me Notes of aDirty Old Man turns them on. A bum off the road brings in a gypsy and his wifeand we talk. . . drink half the night. A long distance operator from NewburghN.Y. sends me money. She wants me to give up drinking beer and to eat well. Ihear from a madman who calls himself King Arthur and lives on Vine Street inHollywood and wants to help me write my column. A doctor comes to my door Iread your column and think I can help you. I used to be a psychiatrist. I sendhim away. . . «