The alarm rang and the radio spat news.
Bonwit Teller opened his eyes to a foggy San Francisco morning.
He threw off the comforter, angrily pulled down the shades, and
crawled back into bed.
The phone rang
“Hi Bonwit, it’s Jerry. This is your wake-up call per your request.”
“Are you up?”
“That was a helluva rant you gave last night”
“Which one? I was drunk.”
“About Old Man Lazaro.”
Bonwit sat up.
Jerry continued: “You made Old Man Lazaro look like a jackass.”
Bonwit sighed: “I guess I owe him an apology. I say wicked things
when I’m drunk. Thanks for the wake-up Jerry.”
Market Street looked like an Exodus scene.
“Let my people go,” Bonwit heard a beggar say.
He dropped some cash into the beggars’ cup and hurried into
He saw another beggar sitting cross-legged in front of the
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