Yes, I do not know why I did not mention this before, but clearly you have mistaken me for Laura Entz, who was a roommate of mine for about a year in Maybe 1984. She said that I was mean to her cat, but I did not like the way she allows her cat to freely range upon the kitchen counters, to rub against the clean dishes in the dish drainer. After she moved out, it was sort of a relief, although it took a lot of scrubbing to finally get rid of the accumulated cat hair. Enough about her. I did meet some of her friends, but that does not go very deep. What was the name of that guy? Yes, I have completely forgotten them now. Twenty-five years ago I might have been able to remember some of their names, but not anymore. No more of that.
