Necessity is the mother of taking chances. Mark Twain.
“When you get to the Parma Station go to the café just outside such and such exit and wait there where somebody will come and pick you up.” These were the simple instructions. The café in question was the sort of place with a pinball machine that looked like Noah had used it on the ark and where patrons didn’t so much walk to the bar as lurch towards it. People didn’t come in, characters entered.
