Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Same ol’.”
You have the arms of a 12-year-old girl.
“Yeah, I guess. Funnily enough, they didn’t seem to put much of a damper on my social life.”
No. This is Duke, right? 1971?
“I’d, uh, have to check with the bursar.”
It’s Duke.
“Okee-doke.”
Was this your first time in North Carolina?
“It is.”
Impressions?
“I can do Ed Sullivan. We got a great big shoe for you tonight.”
Not that kind of impression. I meant: What did you think of North Carolina?
“Ah. Well, you know that song about ‘Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning’ or however it goes?”
I do.
“Not completely accurate. So many things are better than being in Carolina. Whether it’s morning or afternoon or whenever. I like New York better than here, and I get mugged three or four times a day when I’m in New York.”
The city was rough in the 70’s. At least the scenery is nice.
“Oh, yeah. Blue Ridge mountains. Glad I came 3,500 miles into the heart of Dixie to see ’em. Because I, who live on Mount Tamalpais, so rarely get to see mountains.”
You have a point.
“Oh, yeah.”
Who won the caption contest?