He greeted me in his usual attire – pajama pants. “Hey stranger!” he said, hugging me for a few long seconds. “I’ve already set up the board. Can I get you some rose”I nodded, overwhelmingly relieved to be with another human being – even if he was really a wolf in grandma’s clothing. Or was he just a wolf in wolf’s clothing? After all, he wore pajamas… Hmmm. I contemplated all this as he poured me a glass of wine.”Mind if I smoke?” he asked as he lit up a joint and motioned me over to the sleek brown couch. Italian, of course.Through the three windows that faced south, north, and west, I saw the Statue of Liberty, and Ellis Island, where I had paid to have my parents’ names inscribed in the immigrant wall of honor. Some American Dream this was!