Constantine Vlacmose was anything, but weird. How could a weird man hold down a responsible job, a job that called for stability, mental clarity, intestinal fortitude, and fearlessness. You don't think being a cabby in New York is easy! Try dealing with the millions of pedestrians, the thousands of vehicles, blaring noise, accidents, and other distractions. (From: Are You An Ass, A Fool, Or A You-Know-What?) “It was a good interview,” the television news personality declared to Jay Pripnet who he just interviewed. “Thanks for your help. The segment airs in two weeks. I'm certain we'll get a good response.” Jay Pripnet extended his hand towards the man who he couldn't see. «No, no, no,” he answered. “Let me thank you for helping get the message out that, in this age of technology, blind people can perform today’s jobs as well as sighted people.” From: A Soul Melting in the Darkened Sun. So begins two of Elias Sassoon’s short stories in Sassoon’s Sketches for a Saturday Afternoon.
