“The Man Himself finally arrived, greeted one and all, tried to make sure that everyone had gotten a hot dog and was happy, spent what seemed like an eternity assembling his special podium, signed a few books, then led an assault on the garage door of a house across the alley from Pink’s back patio. He thought they were playing their music too loud, and recruited four or five people from the crowd to pound on the door. ‘HEY!’ he shouted. ‘THE COPS ARE OUT HERE!’ Nobody came out, but the music did go down. I can imagine them cowering inside, trembling in fear as one of America’s most celebrated writers, seemingly insane, was pounding on their garage door, screaming like a madman.”
