L to R: Larry Coryell, Cata Bingham and me, Welfare Island, New York. Summer, 1965. On our way to Europe, our Yugoslavian freighter was delayed for two weeks and we crashed with Larry and Cata on Manhattan's Lower East Side. Larry was eighteen and unknown then, but his guitar playing was already out-of-this-world. We had gotten a little high and went exploring on Welfare Island (now reborn as Roosevelt Island.)  The old TB wards and the mental hospital were abandoned and we had just finished having wooden wheelchair races up and down the deserted paper strewn hallways.