Comic Contemplations, Part 2
When last we left our hero, he had returned, if not triumphantly than at least mostly unscathed, back to Brooklyn. Fortified by dinner at neighborhood watering hole, Maggie Brown, he and Uncle Bob retired for the night.
Morning. It sloshed over us sluggishly. We trifled with it, talking about Nazis while waiting for my sister to arrive from Pennsylvania, playing a few rounds of Everyday Shooter, eating at Maggie Brown again before noon rose it’s head, demanded our attention, and stared us down into the subway warrens.
The con on Saturday was almost exactly like the con on Friday except more so, much much much more so.