Shortly before Dad died, he told me that someday he'd write about all the characters in the bar he owned, The Royal Gardens. He never got around to it, so I guess I'm the one to tell what it was like living at The Royal Gardens. However, my story will be different from his. I wonder how he would have told it. I'll never know for sure, but I think he'd say he had a rollicking time every day schmoozing with the psychiatrists and attendants that patronized The Royal Gardens.