Word: vag
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Mike's Club never looked so clean before, or so barren either, Vag mused as he fitted, in front of a vintage car driven awkwardly by a man in a striped tie. "The Frappe Bar of New England," Vag read aloud from the booming plate glass pronouncement that garnished the sagging street corner. "What a tag for old Mike to conjure with. He wouldn't know his Club these days. But what would he know in Cambridge...
...Vag moved faster, reminded of his mission by the stream of nine o'clock scholars that was passing him. "Who ever thought I'd see so many balding heads above the upturned collars?" He went on talking to himself, as he always did when he walked in the rain. "Funny how the perspective on this place changes. Once it was overwhelming--so much to be done, so many guys who looked and talked as though they knew it all. Almost enough to make a guy want to throw up his hands." Now he had an idea that he knew...
...Vag brushed past the men in the heavy rimmed glasses who were fluttering around the dirty-legged Radcliffe girl on the steps of Emerson. "Buster, things have changed," he said to one of the tweed jackets. The answer was an unseeing eye. "The New England Frappe Bar, men with women and General Education." Vag agreed with himself-- "Things have certainly changed." He elbowed his way through the perfumed corridor to audit a general education...
...something of a job getting the bag closed, even after taking some of the stuff out and hiding it beneath a note to his roommate to send it home for him. Vag kicked the valise over to the door and looked around the room. He would have liked to take those liquor bottles on the mantle. They really weren't empty. He looked at the banners on the wall. Kind of moth-eaten, but still good to see. What the hell, he thought, opening the door. He'd done this before. Going out the door was like walking into...
...subway, Vag took a last look at all the shops, the shoe-shine boys, and the Yard buildings. He pictured himself coming back here, in a few years perhaps. Growing old while this place never changed. He pictured himself slightly paunchy, standing around the punchbowl at a reunion in fifteen years. Finally, Vag broke into Harvard Square and darted across to the kiosk. He noticed the new sign, "Subway to All Points." Well, that's where he was going...