I still think that John says “I buried Paul” at the end of Strawberry Fields.
But I think it’ll take more than that for Kaiser Solze to touch down.
For some reason, I find it hard to picture Cecil separating his beer bottles from the regular garbage and stacking and tying his old magazines.
Say, did you know that the guy who wrote the song “City of New Orleans” is buried under home plate in Wrigley Field? {<— not a hilarious example of ignorance, but a tidbit of Real Knowledge! Cool beans, eh, Cece?}
So, who’s in line, and who’s taunting?
::sets up lawn chair… and tent, fires up the hibachi::
S’mores, anyone?
I have it from reliable sources that Cecil isn’t a Chicago native. Rather, the Chicago Reader’s pride and joy is from…
BALTIMORE
For what its worth,
A discussion of the Cecil myth can be found at
http://www.denverpost.com/books/book173.htm
(Ceese-babe from Balmer? - Nah.)