19I woke up around 8:30 with a hangover the size of Mae West's chest and with the feeling that Busby Berkeley's dancers were practicing their high kicks inside my head. I was in no condition to go to the office. I was, in fact, in no condition to go anywhere except to the john.
A long shower, a couple of aspirins, and several cups of java helped clear some of the cobwebs and tone down the Berkeley chorines. But I still had no head or heart for the office. It was 10:00 by this time, so I figured that Dotty was there, probably mesmerized by Moby d**k's sperm output.
When she picked up the phone I said that it was Captain Ahab calling. She asked if that was some kind of a joke. Rather than deny or acknowledge it, I told her that it was her boss and that I wouldn't be in for the day, but tha
