We thought my banjo was going to be the ticket to a private room. It turned out her roommate loves the banjo and pleaded to hear me play. She had knee surgery and things didn't go well, on top of that she couldn't handle pain meds so she was in agony. She claimed "the music made the pain go away." That I was "brilliant" and my fingers "are miracles." Hey, she was in really bad shape. Anyway, it was nice to sit on the windowsill and watch the activities on Park Ave. and 77th St. That's the hospital from Park Ave. where all the tulips were in bloom. Gail's room was on the 8th floor next to the line of single dark windows.