OT: Seven-Year Itch

[Wilson Gray]

As I strolled along Sixth Street in Los Angeles, one sunny afternoon,
on my way to the L.A.P.L., I saw him standing there, at the stage
door. He was quietly toking on him a number. As the sound of my
footsteps became audible to him, he glanced up, looking in my
direction. Our eyes met. Our gazes locked. He nodded. I nodded in
return. I passed by. As I continued on my way, a thought entered my
mind:

"That was was Tom Ewell!"

Why couldn't it been Marilyn Monroe?

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-Wilson
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All say, "How hard it is that we have to die!"---a strange complaint
to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
-Mark Twain

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