Where you going? fellow asks me, he coming out of George’s on Oak Park Avenue.
Good question, say I, quipping.
He laughed good-naturedly, but the two of us are 80, and I might have said, Heading for the last roundup.
Oh boy. Aren’t we all?
Where you going? fellow asks me, he coming out of George’s on Oak Park Avenue.
Good question, say I, quipping.
He laughed good-naturedly, but the two of us are 80, and I might have said, Heading for the last roundup.
Oh boy. Aren’t we all?
Union League Club, lunch. He’s in the belly of the beast where devil takes hindmost in struggle for soul of Notre Dame.