September with dem Bums
Sunday, September 24, 2006
"Could I please have your autograph, Mr. Impellitteri?" "Sure, kid!" the swarthy and impeccably dressed man in the seat in front of mine, turned around and croaked pleasantly, as he smilingly accepted my new, blank red-and -black autograph book and dark green Waterman fountain pen. "What's your name, kid?"