A Hotel Room, Spiked lemonade, and Harry Belafonte
The gusty wind blew the hat off my head onto Wabash Avenue. I stared at it as it flew up in the air, then landed smack in the middle of the oncoming traffic. I stood helpless for a moment as the cars rolled over and over it. Damn! I liked that hat! Now I had […]
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