Driving around Cleveland Heights, come upon Ed Sourial’s old place. Walk up, admire the huge house and adorable gatehouse. An old lady greets me, and I tell her who I am and why I’m there. She remembers a little, and I come in and look around. We talk, and she leads me to the entry hall, which is very light and has a huge bed in it. I walk around, and the person wakes up and I ask him about Ed. He says he changed his name to Ed Ryan, and is living in New York. He writes the info on a card-his name is Philip Papadoupoulous or something Greek like that. I thank him and walk back to the kitchen. There are kids running around the hallway. I say goodbye to the old lady and leave.
My exciting life, this place