Peter And The Cheerleaders

I phoned my friend Peter this afternoon. He lives in South Jersey in a condo at the water’s edge.

“I can’t talk,” he said seconds after we made contact.

He was on the beach. He wasn’t alone. The Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleader’s calendar photos were being shot.

Really? That’s more important than a call from me? I’m crushed.



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