Ralph Greenberg called, at 8 a.m. yesterday, as he has on every single solitary day since 1968. Sometimes, he calls two and three times over the day, with his last call always at 8 p.m. If my wife answers the phone in the morning, he says, "Let me speak to Jimmy." If I answer the phone, Ralph says, "Let me speak to Ronnie." This time, she answered and handed the phone to me. He began, as he has for months, "When are you coming to see me?" He lives in a group home in Woodstock. I tried to get him...
