“I’ve got a great story for you. Top secret.”
Is that an urgent, gritty, film noir whisper coming over my left shoulder?
“I can’t tell you any details now. But it’s a good one.”
It’s definitely a dark and stormy night. Smoke from a single cigarette wafts under a yellow street light. A dog barks…
“I’m going to be doing great stuff. Truly. In a few weeks, I think. I’ll tell you everything but only ...
