You'll Have To Talk Louder--I Have Sand In My Ears

You'll have to Talk Louder--I have Sand in My EarsThe Fat Man in the battered fez pales slightly under his mahogany tan and leans toward me, revealing watermelon sized sweat stains spreading down from the armpits of his rumpled white-linen suit. "Be careful, monsieur," he whispers, nodding his head toward the corner table. "The big legionnaire, he is very mean when he is drunk--""Oui, my friend," I interrupt loudly, looking up from my plate of skewered camels' eyes,...