The Return of Dreams

In one, my father skeptically bargained with the waitress in the Indian restaurant at some theme park outside Shea Stadium, trying to get her to let each member of the family eat an appetizer for dinner for $5 instead of $7. In another I drove and drove and drove with Abbey sitting shotgun. I don't remember what we talked about but I enjoyed it immensely. In another I explored miles and miles of nonexistent and abandoned railroad yards lined with dead trees in some part of Queens that also isn't real.