I took the train to the Pelham stop with K. and O., got a ride from P. to the house, set up camp on the deck next to the chips, talked to a guy about my running injury–not an injury, he convincingly argued, and showed me some stretches–and held a five week old baby, K. fixed me up with a bratwurst, sauerkraut that’s all, the suburbs have a couple things going for them, if I lived there I’d ask K. to grill me shrimp every night for supper.