Neal Falling Into California

And then you hear a song about Neal falling into California and the sun in his window and salt was so plentiful, oh miss Avery, how long your fingers.

I lost my Angie long ago. Was I a child then? I had dreams so I guess so. She took a job in New Orleans. I went to the coast of Manzanillo,  caught sailfish, the color of her bedroom,  my days in deep sea charter fishing gave me cheroots  and enough pesos for an extra pillow. The sea was her bracelet and her rings and many of her other precocious things.

And one Tuesday, a 650lb piano showed up the sand bank across town. How did it get there, nobody knew. Alejandro and I watched it stand up against the sun.