they had this bar at Ocean Beach called the Chalet it used to be a hangout for vets the American legion boys most of them fat and balding the years piling up like litter one so old he claimed he was gassed in W.W.I you never knew whether to believe him or not he just sat there staring talking into his beer humming a song: "over here. over there." and using terms like dough boy and pill box and you just somehow knew he had to have been there was still there would always be there