“Walking up the steps after a cigarette, thinking about an intimate evening with the Hippie, I heard the birds. Not the birds who live in my windowsill; the birds that live in the clock in the bathroom. It was six o'clock and the Northern Bluebirds' calls were strong and clear. Coming to the stairs, I could hear *Oddities* chirping in a way all its own. As I ascended the staircase toward Spring Hee”
