Went to a party at Tommy’s place on Riverside Drive. While the building was impressive, with a front door that automatically opened, the apartment itself was oddball. Very small for a shared floor. In fact it was somewhat like a slightly larger version of my place. Turns out the place was his mother’s place; he grew up there. And now share’s it with his mother, wife, son and daughter and a dog named Blue. Wow! Really crammed existence for such a haughty address. In fact, I think the dumpy place I grew up in on Ocean Parkway was technically bigger.