And you knew, right away, that Swami was a phony from Flatbush.
"Float me over that ash tray there on the desk," I said casually to the Swami.
The Swami couldn't keep the triumphant glitter out of his eyes.
This was probably not typical of the Swami's usual audience composition.
I sat down at the opposite side of the table from the Swami.
The Swami seemed to sense the ...