Dulled by beer (I dropped from stronger stuff) the gap between the thought and deed was what the legends tell, and understandable. Folks said, "Wait till high-noon sober, then we'll see that snap-n-whistle sweet-n-swift bambino fox the eagles." Shuffling lonely-toed in my big brother's shoes, the gap between the foot and Earth was what the legends tell, and understandable. Folks said, "Wait till Kinney's opens, then we'll see him strut-n-kick-n-dance like Mishka Ehrenkranz and Pippa on the iron trestle's rim." Folks almost knew.
A. Y. Tanaka