1. It smells like rubber chickens and mylar balloons and Play-Doh. Over there, on that little bent-legged table, a pair of plastic slinkies watch over the room like fetish totems. A rare deck of Jerry’s Nugget playing cards received just weeks earlier as a birthday present, arranged in an unfinished game of solitaire. Crayons, the big box with 120 colors, 23 of them named after foods —actually 24, because he once ate a Robin’s Egg on a dare. Legos. Plushies. Hot Wheels. A disembodied bicycle ...