Excited like the coffee grounds flavoring the con- versation of a campsite. A haggard, yet welcomed, ghost sits comfortably in the arms of friends. Propositions build makeshift swords, and the masked furs torment. 9-Volts, Ds? Nah, double-A's, of course. Gizmo returns as if nothing ever happened. Ransacked on a city sidewalk. Potatoes, noodles, green beans sometimes, though not always, satisfy the want. Nourishment of the belly disappears. Nourishment of the soul continues. 15 minutes becomes 25. Jimmy Wilson lives.