Now, first of all this boy lived in a mansion - at least compared to our one-room shack in the swamp. Peter's house wasn't like one of those historic houses that all look alike. Naw, the Grants' house was a mansion fixer-upper. White Lions on black-marble columns greeted you at the front. Then there was a veranda with black-and-white tiles. It had three bedrooms, a guest room and helpers' quarters. Kitchen counters went on for ever, and there was a huge gas range and a fridge with ice comin' out the side, clink-clink into your glass. Man. Two carved bannisters led upstairs, but one staircase was blocked off. That was to accommodate a Hammond B3 church organ. Yes, a real, live church organ that when Peter held down the keys and stepped on the pedals his whole family jumped up and praised the Lord or cursed the Devil.