Cadillac Woodstock

We — I mean Frankie and me — stumble blinkingly into a not very bright daylight. A guy with a watch tells us it’s seven. (We don’t wear watches because we don’t really want to know when last call may be coming up, the bar closing, the party over.) Seven.

December 1, 1975
Robert Duncan

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