September 1966
Once Over Lightly
Sense and nonsense on the road to recovery
AND LASTLY, a confirmed inebriate was slouched in his accustomed position in the bar. He said to his friend, the bartender, "You know, for years, Sam, I thought I was a sick Cocker Spaniel."
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