For lack of any better ideas on how to proceed, Mina and I went looking for Adrienne at the OB. I suppose there was very little chance of finding her there but it was a good place to sit and enjoy a drink or two. April, who had recently moved in with Paul in the apartment directly over mine, was working the bar. A large man in a very loose yellow and red tank top was sitting at the end of the bar near the kitchen where we usually settled in. No problem ... there was plenty of room elsewhere.

April waved and broke off from a conversation with the large man. She gave us the usual ... a martini for me and a house merlot for Mina ... then went back to the end of the bar. I couldn’t help overhearing that she and the man were talking about Greece ... and Andy Williams. Greece? Maybe this was a break for us. I eased myself into the conversation. It turned out that he was from Greece and very sympathetic to problems associated with hosting the Olympics but claimed he didn’t know Adrienne. I hadn’t really heard all of what he had been saying about Andy Williams earlier and he surprised me by offering to channel Andy and ask him for help with my search. I ordered a second martini. Channel? Like in "Crossing Over"? And Andy Williams? Was it even ethical to channel someone who wasn’t dead? I didn’t know. Or maybe it was just someone claiming to be Andy Williams ... how could I even hope to know.

April assured us it really was Andy that the Greek could reach . She suggested that he ... I never did get his name, or if I did, chose to not remember it ... show us what he could do with his Polaroid camera. I looked at Mina ... she shrugged and ordered a second merlot. It was a public place ... it seemed safe ... what could go wrong?. While I was turned towards Mina, rolling my eyes in an “OK, let’s get out of here” way, our Greek medium had leaned down and pulled a Polaroid out of a plastic grocery bag tucked under the bar at his feet. When I turned back toward him he was holding the Polaroid up to the side of his head very much like it was a gun and he was shooting himself. He pressed the shutter then passed the dark undeveloped image to Mina and I. We watched over the tops of our drinks as a recognizable picture of Andy Williams appeared . You don’t see something like this every day ... and if you did you’d get tired of it quickly ... but the trick was enough to convince me that maybe the Greek and Andy could help.

I was wrong ... it wasn’t going to work ... apparently the main thing that channeled Andy was interested in discussing was a project he and Ann Margaret were involved in with some new construction in Branson Landing, Missouri. I was ready to give up when channeled Andy offered some wild suggestion that Donald Rumsfield had been the impetus behind a secret plan for dealing with military prisoners in Iraq that would soon come to light, then Andy offered an equally wild theory on the Scott Peterson case. Mina, who had drifted into a discussion of Tony Blair with April, was suddenly very interested but I’d had enough. I gave the eye roll again and we left for Mina’s where we planned a night of pizza, champagne, piano and cigars. It took all that, including 6 times through Unchained Melody, and more to get channeled Andy out of our minds.