It's only partially true. I arrived there in July 1985 when Tom picked me up from my home in the tri-state area and drove me up to JDA alone. He stopped often along the way to shop at places he referred to as Anti-Q-ing. I remember feeling scared to death. I was 14 and a half. When I arrived it was so creepy. hardly any furniture and the only other person who was there was Hank. He drove a Toyota sports car. I remember how much I paid for the less than the nearly year I was there. It was astonishing. In the basement Hank taught karate. I have a lot to tell, but the fear that still exists within me makes me reluctant to write more at this moment.
