Broken PromisesChapter 21
Morton Clark was a regular at our place. And he wasn’t exactly a stranger. He’d gone to school in Phoenix at the same time we had, well the same era, but he was a couple of years ahead of us. He’d been a bartender in the old days too, the old days being a few years back. He made his money driving a cab now: his career change having something to do with drinking on the job. “Morty, Morty, Morty, how are the horses running for yuh?” I said. “I got Sterling in the eighth at Hialeah,” he said....