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seemed to be running a halfway house without pay. Only two men in the house had any sense of order. One was Uncle Hambone the dealer; who was a friend of Colonel's; but an absolute loner. Recently an arguement over a bill owed the Uncle had turned into a knife fight. The Uncle had been correct, and the debtor with the knife had been subdued by a visitor and the Colonel. The assailant had been beaten down by the visitor, and talked to by the Colonel. But still the law had come on account of the disturbance. The other man was Prankster; who lived below the house in a wood framed basement. His room was spare; obviously a dope den, but for the amount of money he had the enviorment had an appealing Asian qual- ity. Colonel liked Prankster, but he was an addict appearing at a state of mind near madness. Things were getting tight, and Prankster was also a thief, Colonel showered, dressed in what were simply fresh work clothes, and went walking from the house toward the beach. Dogs ran in small packs, children also; and the electronic music was loud. Animal had finished his run. He was standing at the center of the beach looking at the gymnasts. He agreed with their movements; and thought they should