Silversmith Wishes

Silversmith WishesThe stranger lifted his glass. "May your conclusions always flow sweetly from your premises.""I'll drink to that," said Nelson Silversmith.Solemnly, they both sipped Orange Julius. Outside, the flotsam of Eighth Street flowed eastward, to circulate with sluggish restlessness in the Sargasso of Washington Square. Silversmith munched his chili dog.The stranger said, "I suppose you think I'm some kind of a nut."Silversmith shrugged. "I assume not...