Seen on the N-Judah at Carl & Cole this morning: middle-aged man in a blue suit jacket, white dress shirt and silk repp tie. Also, day-glo leopard-print wraparound shades, a frilly straw sombrero, and a frisbee tucked under his lapel.
A week before his fifty-third birthday, Walter's hedge fund went belly-up, along with most of the rest of the market. On Tuesday, as he was knotting his tie in the mirror, it suddenly occurred to him that he didn't want to go to the office. There was no point. He decided, instead, to go to the beach and play Frisbee catch with his Jack Russell terrier, Buster.
It was only after he got to the beach that he realized that Buster had died in 1973.
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