Black Yvette Ullman  I'm in an airport. People have just parachuted in. My friend Yvette Ullman comes in. She is black, and is dressed in black. Other people from Brimson are also there. I recognize faces but don't know their names. One girl is insulted that I don't remember people's names. Her name is Holly. She has dyed blond hair. My high school classmate, Karen Baton, and her brother Ryan have also parachuted in.  There is a jazz ensemble at Lake Jefferson. Some is playing pool. This may be me. I am near the railroad tracks by Carter School. My friends from high school, Lyle Zeffman and Nelson Eastman, are there, with my grade school principal Candy Bevner. There is a television crew there interviewing elderly people. I walk by a reporter. It is sunny day. Usually people follow and crowd around me. Today they don't. I walk towards Holy Avenue. The grass is long and green. I am kind of surprised that no people follow, as if I need to have my followers, but I continue. At my friend Gino Teavor's house is a huge display of Kirby Puckett memorabilia. Gino is having a party, but doesn't want to make it obvious. I walk down his block to the corner of 1st Street and Holy Avenue, then go around to the alley behind his house.  My sisters Heather and Ramona both drink alcohol. Ramona waits for me to get home. There is a box of different kinds of alcohol. One is a bottle of 30-proof gooseberry liqueur. One can buy this at a grocery store. I want to try it.