Third Time Mikey
The scene is Washington, D.C., our republic's capital. The powdered wigs are on hiatus. It is March 20th in a gentler century. The time: 2:30 p.m. Fifty-seven degrees Fahrenheit. I don't have the lake levels. Next high tide: 6:47 on your ride home. A hush falls over the crowd. The curtain goes up. Nature withholds all bleats until intermission. Miklos Rozsa cues the frenetic piccolos....
An ugly incident, my first run-in with the paparazzi. Big brothers Billy and Bobby hold me back.
"Look at me, I'm diaperless!"
Working it.
Helping the poor people of Holland.
