One day, he says his wife had the a-s-s. So he says to me, "You better go to the Y, get you a room. " I was really not Y[MCA] material. I don't know if I like the Y. So I was walking from - he lived at 159th Street and Broadway, one of the slick, tall buildings. So I'm walking from there to the Y, which is 135th Street. En route there, I meet this piano player whom I had played with in Connecticut, where I met Charlie Holmes on that gig. He says, "My landlady has a room. " I went over there. It was a brownstone on 149th Street between Amsterdam and Broadway, which in those days was   a very nice neighborhood. Still pretty good now. I had a door there for - it was about $5 a week. It had a fireplace and everything in it, really. It was wild. It was a wild period.