BAYLOR: Who was that masked man?
I shrugged and handed him the bill, and he stuffed it down his shirt. Suddenly there was a loud crash, and I jumped back, expecting the worst. Looking at the pockmarked pavement, I saw that it was just another in a series of bricks falling from the rear of the furniture store. When I turned back to face my bookie, he was long gone.
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Today's Tribune column: "Who was that masked man?"
The troglodytes wouldn't keep their traps shut. I had to come clean. Either that, or start thinking about the best place to take all those unmarked Franklins into voluntary exile.