Tuesday. March 5, 2013.
At a rest stop on the way to Syracuse. Place suddenly overrun by about twenty guys well into middle-age, late 40s, 50s, 60s, all sizes and shapes, talking loud and telling crude and rude jokes at each other’s expense and laughing up a storm. All well-scrubbed and freshly shaved, but not exactly neat. In cheap sport coats that don’t match pants and shirts or suits that don’t fit. And I’m thinking, What is this, a bus tour for wiseguys? Then I look out a window and see…a bus.
It dawns on me. It is a tour. And I know where they’re headed.
The casino.
I’m looking at half the cast of Guys and Dolls.
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