Just past noon, Buddy McMahon and I jumped into the parade at
Muller was the best host, Romano served “You are correct, sir.” to Johnny. Ekis tried to spin a plate on a stick but we told him it was the wrong show, and threatened to send him over to a couple of drunks across the street doing a Ed Sullivan Show.
After we exhausted this routine, and got sick of ducking crap people were throwing at us out the windows, we moved. Between
Erin Go Bragh!