FOR A WHILE, I was determined to become a tycoon. I was twelve. I remember climbing onto a stool at the counter at Porky White’s clam bar and announcing my intention: “I’m going into the squirrel lamp business.” “Hmm,” said Porky in a way that I found hard to interpret.
Babbington Review 6
Babbington Review 6
Babbington Review 6
FOR A WHILE, I was determined to become a tycoon. I was twelve. I remember climbing onto a stool at the counter at Porky White’s clam bar and announcing my intention: “I’m going into the squirrel lamp business.” “Hmm,” said Porky in a way that I found hard to interpret.