YOU DON’T WALK ALONE,
by Frank M. RobinsonIt wasn’t my idea—I wasn’t the first one to think of it. It started with John Kelley, who passed the idea on to me. And I’m going to do something about it. I think John wanted to but he never got the chance.
It began about two months ago when I was sitting at the lunch counter in Chicago’s LaSalle Street station, drinking coffee. I was on my second cup when John walked in. He saw me about the same time I saw him and came over to the counter and we gave each other the I-haven’t-seen-you-for-years-what-are-you-doing-now routine.
Which was a laugh, in a way, because while he wouldn’t know what I had been doing, I couldn’t help but know what he had been doing. And so would you if I told you his right name. You wouldn’t have recognized him, of course
