My high school pal, Marc Schuster, was releasing his first novel.
The first line is good and the excerpt he read was also interesting. He admitted that he had a hard timing finding 5 pages that were "all ages" suitable for the party.
The party was held at the Swedish American Museum. It's on the grounds of a lovely park in South Philadelphia, just north of the Navy Yard, just West of the ballparks (which we attended on Sunday).
I had a vague feeling I had been in these fields before. Maybe with the Spinelli family the time I went to the baseball game with them and not my Aunt Betty.
Inside the Swedish Museum, a room dedicated to Nobel Prize winners.
I told Marconi "Wireless was a phoney".
1 comment:
Thank you for leaving out the 'jazz' comment.
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