I walked fast, afraid lonnies are going to jump out from behind the glossy shrubs. The grand old veranda is crowded with people smloking. Through the blue-gray haze a man says, "Hey A visitor!" I smile at him. He grins back-"Damn! I missed the hydroponcs class today. What a blow!" I laugh, and being to feel more easy. Perhaps not everyone here is crazy. But in reception a woman is lying on the florr like a fallen tree. Nearby a man with starting eyes crouches, as if about to pounce. And a young woman asks me, "Do you remember what you did yesterday?" "Do you remember what you did today?" When I nod, she wails, "I don't!"