David said, "I used to wear jeans. I'm in italian slacks. I had long shaggy hair. It's cut short and slicked back. I drank three dollar wine. Now it's cocktails at two because downtown came uptown for you. I used to think that coke came in a bottle or can. Silk underwear wasn't right on a man. Hush puppies and sneakers. Now it's alligator shoes because downtown came uptown for you. Well you told me that you love me and said I could be your man, ah but then you said I had no more style than a rat in a garbage can. So you took me uptown. You made your driver wait. Taught me how to eat snails and caviar on a plate. No more sittin' in the alley with the boys drinkin' blues because downtown came uptown for you. Well you told me that you love me and said I could be your man, ah but then you said I had no more style than a rat in a garbage can. My manicure's at five. French lesson at six. Oh don't tell me you can't teach a dog new tricks. I'm going out on the town. My friends are spreadin' the news because downtown came uptown for you. I said downtown came uptown for you. Darlin' downtown came up town for you."
The joke went over like Led Zeppelin. I tried to recover but felt like X at the Correspondance Dinner. The data stream however was fixed now. It seemed to flow . We could pick information packages like slow moving trout. Fishing in America had changed since our sons were born. We had always loved each other. That much was always there to be had. We had covered that one and recovered time after time Jules Styne. I only make the rhyme as a celebration of things passed over that did not crash but hit. Cover the unrecocoverable we used to say. Our time wasn't finished. It had only just begun. We could handle the truth. We could handle the breath against our necks and even the knife. The shakey razor. An enterprise.