A Dream in Which My Father Appears as a Courier He mounts the stairs and raps on the apartment door. "Here it is," he laughs when the door opens     then hands me typed instructions for how to get to a boxing gym "around the corner from the laundromat at the intersection of Broadway and Addison." I go. In the ring, 2 pugs stumble around, hitting each other with listless punches while grunting ugh ugh. Soon the scene changes and I'm in Baltimore, not far from where The Babe was born.   Needing a place to hide, I hunch down   in the rear row of an old burlie house, watching a flabby stripper swing her hips as the alkie in the row in front of me beats off, gasping for breath. “No detail of this scene is frightening,” I assure myself, wondering where I should go next. Once outside, I walk until I see a window sign that says “All the Sauerbraten You Can Eat $7.” Unsettled by this sign, I barge into the restaurant and yell at the owner, “In the army I was stationed in Munich, so I know all about you! Leave Baltimore at once or you’ll subpoenaed!”   When he doesn’t move, I suddenly realize I’m hungry.   I stay for the $7 meal.