Jerold wished he could audition for a part as TV’s Jack-in-the Box with that white Styrofoam thing pulled over his head. Not that he was particularly scary looking. It’s just that he was a half-inch short of 5’2” and imagined himself wearing platform shoes with Jack’s pointy black nose like a jolly snowman. Out here on the sidewalk, Jerold’s baldness didn’t help, nor his damaged left eye from an accident, never mind his mottled skin. Wearing Jack’s white globe, it wouldn’t matter how many flyers he handed out on the corner of Market Street. Tourists looking to find some Beach Blanket Babylon when it surrounded them everywhere in sleeping bags and cardboard boxes. He placed one over his head and saw out.