Carl, Howard, Nancy and I met once a year to reminisce about our salad days when we had a song and dance act and were booked everywhere. We did Sullivan four times. Howard and Carl alternated baritone leads, with me as tenor and Nancy as mezzo soprano.
We were tight until the money started flowing in and arguments ensued. We once opened for Eddie Fisher.
Yeah, we tapped up a storm, especially Nancy.
And then Elvis showed up. Goodbye career. People ran to him. Over night we were hasbeens.
Yeah, it all came apart.
Boy, have we aged. But there's still a spark. After a few beers, Nancy stood on our table and did a little dance. Of course we were tossed out for inappropriate behavior. We still had our history, our stories. I wiped the drool off Howard's chin and he did the same for Carl. Even now, Nancy seldom drooled. But we had handkerchiefs ready just in case.
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