The Damon Runyon Runyon Theater brings you another story by the master storyteller Damon Runyon and this one the brakeman's daughter and to tell it to you here is Broadway

Thanks. Well it is of a fine spring morning.

I am just standing on the corner of 44 watching the spring weather take over and trying to get a few gulps of fresh air in between

large portions of taxi exhaust.

That is a wonderful morning,

and I am thinking how wonderful it is

when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I look around and see a young guy's face grinning at me.

The face opens in soon.

Well now, my old bear Broadway.

The Romainburg. Well, well, well, and how are you?

That's great. You ain't changed a bit since I saw your last.

Who years ago, huh?

Yeah, it just about it.

What brings you to New York from Cleveland, Ohio?

Oh, there's a big fall space sent for me.

Uh-oh.

No rub steps, it's sort of a business comment.

When the big false face calls a business conference,

it is very likely to get rough.

Nah, everything's peaceful.

Oh boy, what weather?

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