I walk my bike to the door of Howard Johnson’s. When I was just a little kid, I called it “Orange Johnson” and we were driving along in the car, my mother and father and me, I was between them in the front seat, and when I said “Orange Johnson” the first time they laughed and laughed and I felt safe and secure and surrounded by love. And sometimes in the night even now I murmur “Orange Johnson” in the dark and feel good again,
