The Boys of '77 find the memories still linger.
Part 2 of 2. See Part One here.
Fisk, Stillings, Jesse, Mort, Stormin:
The grail at hand, once again.
A text message lights a screen in Seattle.
"Hey Teasdale, it’s Magee. I'm in the pooper at Vancouver airport. Just ran into Walker. He sees me, cracks up. Just laughing and pointing. I mean I haven’t seen the guy for two years and he starts in on my outfit. Flip-flops, sweats, a week's growth on my face, baggy tee on an international flight, so what? Fuck him. You should see the plaid monkey suit he's got on. He's not gonna be laughing when he can't sleep on that flight. And I guarantee you, his ballsack in those pants... A ten hour flight, man. Ten hours..."
The things that matter when you turn 60. 'Cause, y'know, stuff's g