So when old stories came to mind, the first
one I used to think about involved this guy Lou somebody and his wife Gail who
owned a coffee shop in Baltimore in the early 60’s. The shop was called the
Ablamov (I believe).
My good friend stayed there way too late
one night drinking (not coffee) the night Gail decided to leave her husband and
run away with my friend to New York.
He was too drunk to know much about this,
but woke up sleeping with her in her car on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike,
early one morning. He demanded to be driven back to Baltimore, as he didn’t
want to run away with her and he was supposed to be in school (MICA) with the
rest of us.
He returned sheepishly and we welcomed him
back to class.
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