Then Thanksgiving arrived. That was sort of awkward, everyone suddenly had plans and had made arrangements and as usual, I hadn’t even thought about it. Amy Weissmann came to my rescue though and invited me to her house in New York. As it turned out she lived in Rye which wasn’t actually in New York like she always made it sound. It was more like a suburb. But she said we could still go shopping and go to record stores and everything. That sounded great. Visiting New York was one of my all time dreams.