"Things were pretty lively last spring, but after the nomination and the Eagleton affair were botched, enthusiasm fell."
November 23, 1972
"Things were pretty lively last spring, but after the nomination and the Eagleton affair were botched, enthusiasm fell."
“Uh ... kinda crowded tonight, huh?” he pressed. “Not really. Usually more people than this.” It was already too late; he had committed himself. “Look. You wanna dance again?” “No thanks. Excuse me. I see a friend.”
The jukebox switched to “Funkier Than A Mosquiter’s Tweeter” and most of the people at the bar started mouthing the words. One man shooting pool almost hit our soups with his cue. Someone in the room screamed.