On my way returning from Mountain View I started to feel sick. I had terrible food poisoning or possibly the stomach flu. Either way, I was heaving every half-hour regardless of how empty the contents of my stomach were. Alan took care of me, rubbing my back and helping me hydrate. So, around midnight when a baby started crying Alan went to soothe him. A few minutes go by when I heard a loud banging followed by what sounded like water ricocheting off the wall and splashing to the floor. It got louder as he continued throwing up, running out of the nursery. Apparently, while holding our son Alan had suddenly gotten ill. Throwing the kid into the crib he tried to run to the bathroom but it was too late: he spewed onto the nursery door, down the hallway, he spewed everywhere. For the next ten hours we threw up together, almost every hour, sometimes into trash bags other times on the John in separate bathrooms, shitting and pissing … our ralphs echoing each other like garbage song birds.
