Elmo was stranded on the St. Paul campus on such a glorious day. The weather called for partly cloudy skies with a chance of a late afternoon thunderstorm and highs in the middle 70s with winds at 10 to 20 mph. Thursday’s temperature would see the low 80s with mostly sunny skies and no wind. His friends had left him there without a ride back to the East Bank. He was going to be late for the surprise party at the Club, so he thought for a minute. He couldn’t walk, he hadn’t the time. He couldn’t fly, he had no wings. “I don’t have time for this shit,” he said to himself. But then it hit him: He could take the bus. “Yeah, the bus,” he gasped. “I’ll get off on Washington and hop on over to 111 … hurrah!”
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Published May 15, 1996
