Terminal Misunderstanding
January, 1971
Terminal MisunderstandingThe man on the other end of the wire was somewhat intoxicated. I kept telling him I was calling from Chicago and that I wanted to speak to my wife, Abby Eisler. I spelled her name three times for him."You should see the crowd here," he said. "This's a real nice crowd here.""Yes, I can hear it," I said. "Would you please--""This's a real nice party," he said. "Who's this calling?""Sam Eisler," I said. &...