A steely sky glinted and pearly tufts of cloud stood motionless overhead. Waves sloshed ponderously up the shelving strand and
down again, taking sudsy substance with them. Bathers lunged armpit deep into a liquid that Time Magazine had noted was
usually the temperature of horse pee shortly after voiding. In this case something like 85 Degrees F.
Back in the lobby, considerably bedraggled, he ran into Pennsylvania governor Lawrence and middle-weight boxer Carmen Basilio.
The latter snorted phlegm from his nose and pawed the air with his left. He told how he was robbed in a bout in Utah. He woul
tell more about it at the big sports banquet in the Grand Ballroom that evening. But the man who had compiled a history of The
Early Years of the Twentieth Century, namely the decades of the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s, cut a part of the last named period
short by getting out of there and going back to where he belonged.
