Gang Of Four
An Old Friend I was at a downtown watering spot, waiting to meet my lady to go to dinner, when I ran into an old acquaintance, E. Wilmington Worrell. I almost went to work for him at Worrell, Hanson, and Associates a long time ago, at but I was young and easily impressed by shallow stuff then, so I went with another agency instead. I'd like to think I would know better now. We hailed each other, and he sat down at my postage-stamp-sized table. "Long time, Jack," he said, as we shook...