Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Some call it gabagool, nobody calls it capicola. Some put mutzadel on their gabagool sangweech.
Me?
I’m in the school of walking in the rain and prefer roast beef with provolone, a pickle and a slice of tomato.
I have lost a couple umbrellas to the wind whipping across a bridge along the Chicago River. The kind of wind that turns an umbrella inside out and sends it tumbling down Wacker Drive like a wounded bird.
Clothes dry off eventually and a good raincoat doesnt turn into tinsel like an umbrella will.
The banker never wears a Mack in the pouring rain, very strange.
