EATING AT THE KING-DOME
Now it begins : all this tunneled
confusion. There's Elvis? No, not
that king. Everything is misplaced -
faith, glory, duty, and determination.
People stand in line for King-Size
fries and food; why is that? I think
that's a baseball team, out on the
field, but they look like ghosts
to me. These people are loud and
raucous; I may as well be in the
Bronx. Thank God it's only 3 days.