One night in 2034 A.D. Stan went into the back of the closet at the club and put on the old fedora, the old wool suit and took out his old pearl handled friend. Tonight he would be 40 years old, biologically, but 111 years chronologically. How he missed the old days, he wished it was 1949 again and mostly he missed Frances Farmer. They even had been friends together in Seattle in their teens.