Next day we went down to the APLA offices on Santa Monica Boulevard, across from Plummer Park. Not an easy place to enter. I remember one of the founders of GMHC in New York telling Craig how he’d hate to need any of the services he’d created, not because it was demeaning to ask for help but because the issues raised were so awful—lost insurance, lost jobs, evictions, the full gamut of miseries. Roger and I had spent years blithely writing checks to such organizations, and surely there is magic in that as well. One does it in part to cover one’s ass, knocking on wood: Please, not me.
