On an interview trip to Philadelphia, just out of college at age 21, I was carrying my suitcase in my left hand, walking down the 10-foot-wide sidewalk at 7:30 in the morning. One middle-aged lady was coming the other direction. I moved a step to my right and she ran into my suitcase. Nobody else on the sidewalk.
On July 16, 1967, the day before I started myjob in Phuladelphia, I decided to drive around the surrounding countryside to get acquainted. I found myself about 40 minutes away from Morristown, NJ where my college roomate resided. I called and we ended up going into NYC to see a show, The Follies at The Latin Quarter. Of course, because this was just happenstance, I was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. We climbed what seemed like 50 steps up to the box office window. We were told that they only took reservations. We descended the steps, walked across the street, deposited a dime in the pay phone, called and made a reservation. We then climbed the wahat seemed like 100 steps to the same box office window and claimed our tickets. Gotcha, NYC.
On July 16, 1967, the day before I started myjob in Phuladelphia, I decided to drive around the surrounding countryside to get acquainted. I found myself about 40 minutes away from Morristown, NJ where my college roomate resided. I called and we ended up going into NYC to see a show, The Follies at The Latin Quarter. Of course, because this was just happenstance, I was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. We climbed what seemed like 50 steps up to the box office window. We were told that they only took reservations. We descended the steps, walked across the street, deposited a dime in the pay phone, called and made a reservation. We then climbed the wahat seemed like 100 steps to the same box office window and claimed our tickets. Gotcha, NYC.
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