Sea of Tranquility: Redwood City, California 1969

You have two books to your name and have read them many times over the last nine months. Nutrition and Your Baby, that's your favorite. You want to know how to make a great baby and you study hard. You try to eat the recommended foods, learning along the way that the food better be as good, cheap and plentiful as can be when the monthly check arrived, because by the third week the money was all spent. Your second book was another about babies, how to care for them. You knew you needed this one, because, seriously, there was no one to give you any guidance. 

On the third day of hiding you make it clear to David that all this not eating could not be good for the baby. He begged for this child nearly all the time you'd known him and now it was time to do something to take care of it; put the guitar down and get some food. You are angry you have to tell him this. David's answer is to call Bruce, one of the Barron Park fellas. He tells him you two are back in town and needed food and money, could he come help us out? With the anticipation of something, anything, delicious and ready to serve, arriving soon, you tune the tv in for the Apollo 11 landing on the moon. 

You set yourself some pillows on the floor in front of the tv and watched the slow motion of it all over your giant moon of a belly. Bruce arrived in the middle of the Sea of Tranquilty. You are floating along with the country and hope to keep the tranquility the landing and a soon to be full belly promised. Bruce did not bring food. He brought money, beer, pot and promises of going to the store for food after bit of smoking and playing. Well, really, they just kept drinking and smoking pot and the cigarettes that Bruce brought. They managed some attending to the great first step onto the moon, then it was back to it. They kept on playing and singing and laughing their heads off. They did get loud and you did wonder what the hell happened to the quiet rule to keep the police from the door. You try to interrupt them, to remind them you were in hiding. They didn't even care to stop their fun and take a listen. Clearly no dinner is on its way. You waddle to the kitchen for another glass of water and take yourself off to  bed.