Monday, July 1, 2013

EIGHT DAYS A WEEK: STAGE-DOOR JOHNNIES


. . . I wore my Ray-Bans and braced myself for the appearance of the autograph hounds and adoring stagedoor Johnnies.  Halfway downtown, I was confident that my privacy was only too safe.  As I got off at my stop, a middle-aged man in a grey suit and a sizable paunch stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey," he said, "didn't I see you on the teevee last night?  Griffin show?"

--p. 250


Chapter 61 of Larry Duplechan's Eight Days a Week (Almost to the end!):


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