re: #333 Cannadian Club Akbar

Did in fact survive a scenario like the one I sketched out (only her name was Amy, not Maggie). I woke up on the couch in a house where no one knew who I was.

I asked which way to the T (Boston’s subway) station, and was told the T didn’t run there. I was two counties over. I had to bum train fare back to the city from the residents of the house.

Lost a good hat, too. (Wonder whatever happened to Amy?)