It was a summer Saturday, nearly noon. In the aftermath of a frenzied Friday night, a curious sight remained in our living room. A young male was asleep in a chair. No one had any idea of who he was, so I figured that it was time to get rid of him. With help (I believe from Mr. Getzloff) we picked up the chair and carried it out to King Street. When the traffic light gave us a brief opening, we placed the chair in the lane of traffic closer to the club, with the sleeping stranger still in it.
Unfortunately, just as we placed the chair on the ground, he awakened, thereby ruining a potentially great photo op for the Sunday News. And he actually had the audacity to curse at us.
To the best of my knowledge, the sleeping stranger never returned to the 340, but the memories of a great story that almost was will live forever.
Sil
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I've told this story to people who simply do not believe the veracity of your story Sil. Pity them; I suppose it is their lack of imagination. It is one of my favorite's. I always wondered why I missed it ... now I know. NOON! I was likely just getting up.
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