Archie Goodwin’s Blues
Seven steps up from West Thirty-Fifth To an old brownstone Whose bulky genius wouldn't work at all If I left him on his own Hoisting himself out of that custom chair Only exercise he'll get Elevator to his orchids fair So he doesn't break a sweat If it wasn't for my needling He'd have nothing…
In our third installment, Jake Calcutta, Temporal Journalist, swaps jibes with the Bard of Avon, flirts with the publican's daughter, sasses Mission Liaison Felicity Bruttenholm . . . and singlehandedly saves the greatest writer in the history of the English language from the rubbish bin of history…