There was a good catch of rye and a good fall growth.

RV point

In the foyer, a game of Twister has started. It's appealing because all of the women are wearing lowriders. I carefully step over somebody's ass crack and start to look for Lamb.

As novelist Thomas Wolfe (1930s, not 1960s, version) declared in one of his book titles, You Can't Go Home Again—because home isn't there anymore.