We used to hang out in our poolroom in the basement of our home in Iowa. We played pool and listened to records. For some reason our house was always the most popular house in town. It was big and always filled with activity. I don't remember it ever being empty. Seven kids, two parents, my mom's helper, and a gardener/handyman. Usually a friend or two, also. Somehow my grandson has duplicated this setup here in Los Angeles. His pals like his bedroom, where they're left to their devices. It's a little unusual having his own posse since he doesn't really live in town these days. He's either at boarding school, with his dad in Texas, or with his mom in Boyle Heights. But he insists that this is his scene. These are his gang. And they do look comfortably at home upstairs inside of Amedeo's private room. He keeps in touch with them through their phones and computers. Some things change, but, I guess, others stay the same over the decades.