The Pretenders' Brass in Pocket I try to approximate the time travel Billy Pilgrim is able to effortlessly accomplish in Slaughterhouse 5 by researching every facet of my memories on the internet. If I suddenly remember that for a long time I saved a postcard of cats dressed as people in a box of special things for years and years, I look up “postcards cats as people” and voila, now I know that what I’m remembering is a postcard by Alfred Mainzer. Three shadows from my past are coming to mind, however, as unsolvable mysteries that I can never find adequate online information about, at this is them: Nardi’s Gay Bar in Pasadena, CA on Colorado Boulevard : when my mom’s best friend Bill Tunilla was still alive and before his legendary used bookstore went out of business, I spent at least 3 hours a weekend sitting in the little area of collapsing, gray from filth wing chairs in the center of the store, encamped among stacks of books and magazines mom and...