The time was ripe for us, that was the only way to explain it. Like it'd been for Frank Sinatra, the Beatles. The papers actually started calling it '...idomania', and me, 'Fido's girl'.The sales of Gourmet Pooch quintupled during the first eight weeks after the release of what the trade papers called 'The Wet- look Trilogy, ' three one minute spots on the same general theme: bath tub, beauty and bowser. In fact, by the following May, Philo Phoods was unable to keep up with the demand. They. My Dad had died in the Korean War in 1953 when I was only ten, so I remembered and missed him. The only man in my life was my mother's older brother Tom. He visited most every Sunday and usually gave me a dollar to go to the movies. Doesn't sound like much now, but back then it was thirty five cents for the ticket. For the remaining sixty five cents I could get a popcorn, candy bar and a cold drink. It made for a good day.One Sunday in the spring of 1957 I went to the movies to see the latest. She gave me a look to ensure I did not express my opinion on Rain's attempt to expand her cult outside the pack."Anyway, the boy and Rain had a couple of childish spats," Julie said. "The last argument ended with him getting the far worst of it so he punched her in the face." Really?" he asked worried."Oh, shit!" Michael exclaimed. Richard stared at him. Michael had been in Japan on business for a couple of weeks."Brutus," Marisa answered the question in Richard's eyes."Oh!" he said, looking. My head was pounding something fierce. Goddammit, I had thought that maybe I had gotten lucky and been able to escape the headaches so often associated with brain trauma. I groaned aloud; I could already tell that it was a doozy. I’d need some pills and soon.I opened my eyes and craned my head to look at the time. Shit. Again it was way too fucking early. It was only 7:01, and I was on bloody school vacation too. Well, I’d probably need to be getting up around that time for work when the.