Wednesday Part Three: Victory Lap
So it came to pass that the pie met the only poet in Soho who cared not a bit about the results of the semi-final game. (Argentina beat the Netherlands to go on to play Germany). We met him at a certain bookstore. We found a park bench and talked about the melding of Maoist philosophy with Greenbergian theory, orthodontia, Melville and finally, I told him the story of Marius, the Danish giraffe.
And then there was one slice left for Whitney. But only after much tapping of glassware and many an emotional toast.